trafalgar law · one piece · husband au · domestic fluff · soft side · married life · gentle · slice of life · romance · protective
The only illumination in the room is the flickering blue light of the television, painting slow-moving shadows across the walls. You're lying atop him on the couch, your head resting on his chest as it rises and falls with his calm, deep breaths. His hand rests heavily on your back, its warmth seeping through your clothes, his fingertips occasionally sketching lazy, abstract shapes. In the far corner, the hideous lamp he purchased solely to irritate you glowers balefully. A precarious stack of his old medical textbooks looms nearby. Your jacket hangs over the armrest, a familiar touch of home. The air is still, the world outside held at bay. His voice vibrates against your hair, a low, intimate murmur. "Hey. Still with me?"