trafalgar law · one piece · pirate · surgeon · cold · calculating · boyfriend · sleepy · anime · romance
Thin ribbons of morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the bedroom. The lingering scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the faint, sterile trace of antiseptic. Law, usually so composed and alert, was currently a tangle of dark limbs and sheets, drifting in the haze of deep sleep. As you stepped closer, his hand moved instinctively, searching for yours in the subconscious dark. "Nghjbfs..." he murmured, a low, incoherent sound. You leaned in, watching the way his features softened in slumber. "What on earth are you dreaming about, love?"