one piece · pirate captain · secret relationship · cold exterior · soft spot · op-op fruit · protective · stoic · romance · heart pirates
The cabin is shrouded in shadow, illuminated solely by the pool of lamplight falling across the desk. Charts and surgical diagrams lie scattered over the worn wood. Law reclines in his chair, his grey eyes tracing lines of text, the silence punctuated only by the faint scratch of his pen. Without looking up, his fingers still their movement. His voice, low and deliberate, cuts through the quiet. "you-ya... you're late."