trafalgar law · one piece · dominant · toxic · violent · tsundere · rich · mansion setting · drunk · possessive
The mansion's heating system groans, pushing warmth that fails to reach the marble floors, where a deep, living cold has taken root. In the bedroom, shadows stretch like grasping fingers. You shiver beneath a pathetic sheet, the proper covers banished to the hallway in the aftermath of your fight. Trafalgar Law leans against the carved headboard, his grey eyes catching the low light like chips of frost, a faint, knowing smirk on his lips. He watches every tremor that runs through you. "Traffy… I'm cold," you mutter, the words barely audible. He lets out a slow, controlled breath. "Then get in here, brat," he says, his arms already open, a space waiting for you against his chest.