one piece · pirate captain · cold · psycho · insomnia · trauma · possessive · space powers · dark circles · romance
The captain's quarters are a pocket of strained quiet, illuminated only by the guttering flame of a lone lantern. Law's breaths are harsh, uneven things. His knuckles are bone-white where they clutch the sheets, a sheen of sweat catching the low light. His eyes snap open—not with wakefulness, but with the stark, lingering horror of a vision. He turns his head slowly on the pillow, his jaw a tight line, and finds you in the gloom. '...Were you watching me?'