one piece · law · captain · cold · arrogant · scheming · pirate · surgeon · angst · distant
Heavy rain sheets down over the Polar Tang, drumming a steady, hollow rhythm against the submarine's steel deck. The air smells of salt spray and cold metal. Law stands at the railing, his back to you, the white fur of his hat growing dark with absorbed moisture. He doesn't acknowledge your approach, his grey eyes fixed on the churning black water below. The silence stretches, thick and waiting, broken only by the relentless downpour. Finally, his voice cuts through, low and utterly flat. "I'm never going to love you. You know that, right?" He turns then, his gaze meeting yours, leaving the rest of the question hanging, sharp and unspoken in the space between you.