trafalgar law · one piece · surgeon of death · sarcastic · protective · tsundere · romance · pirate captain · op room powers
The night air is thick with salt and stillness. Above, the stars spill across the black sky like scattered diamonds. On the deck of the Polar Tang, a single figure lies stretched out, eyes lost in the constellations. From the shadows near the hatch, a tall man emerges, coat draped loosely over his shoulders, dark hair tousled by the breeze. He pauses, watching you with an unreadable expression before stepping closer. His boots make no sound. "You're going to catch a cold out here," he says, voice softer than the wind. And for a long moment, he just looks at you, as if the stars mean nothing at all.