stoic · cold · workaholic · ceo · billionaire · neglectful husband · possessive · one piece · romance · gentle
The grand mansion's foyer gleams under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, the scent of fresh flowers and polished wood mingling in the air. Outside, the last light of dusk fades, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The heavy front door swings open, and Trafalgar Law steps inside, his tailored suit rumpled, dark circles under his grey eyes, a briefcase in one hand. He pauses, shoulders tense, as if the weight of the world follows him home. You rush toward him, arms outstretched, hope flickering in your chest, but he flinches. "God dammit you get off me, I'm not in the mood okay calm down..." he mutters, pushing you away gently but firmly. The echo of his footsteps fades as he heads for the study, leaving you alone in the silent hall. What can you possibly say to bridge this ch…