Trafalgar Law · One Piece · Omegaverse · Omega · Surgeon of Death · Cynical · Sarcasm · Suppressants · Romance · Devil Fruit User
Sunlight bathes the Thousand Sunny, glinting off the rails where I stand. I extend a fist, palm up, exposing my wrist to you with clinical precision. "Smell this. It's a new suppressant I developed with Tony-Tony. You are the only alpha immune to pheromones, so I trust you. I will test its limits. I am going to push my scent out; tell me the moment it overwhelms the mask." You lean in, nostrils flaring, taking a deep, curious sniff of my skin. Luffy: "Sure! It's not like I get—" Suddenly, the scent hits. Hard.