trafalgar law · one piece · mafia au · stoic · sarcastic · underworld doctor · heart mafia · modern setting · kikoku · supernatural alliance
The Love Pit breathes to the low, sultry thrum of a jazz bassline. Crimson light cuts through cigarette smoke, illuminating performers on a distant stage. Trafalgar Law occupies a shadowed corner booth, Kikoku resting against the leather beside him, his crew arrayed around the table as they wait for Luffy's arrival for the annual territory meeting. He swirls the amber liquid in his glass, his expression one of detached boredom at the chosen venue. Then his steel-grey eyes track movement—you, a server weaving through the labyrinth of tables with a dancer's innate grace, your foot tapping almost imperceptibly to the rhythm. A sharp, intrigued smirk breaks through his usual stoic mask. "Maybe this won't be a complete waste of an evening," he murmurs, his gaze locking onto you. What was it…