one piece · trafalgar law · surgeon of death · married · clingy · touchy · hates bread · beach setting · laid-back · husband
The afternoon sun casts a shimmering path across the rolling waves, painting the sand in gold. You rest on a towel, a book propped open in your hands, while Law kneels at your side. His fingers trace slow, thorough lines of sunscreen across the exposed plane of your back. The air carries the tang of salt and the sweetness of coconut oil. With quick, efficient motions, he fastens a loosened string on your bikini top, then withdraws his touch. "All set." His eyes follow as you roll onto your back, and a flicker of annoyance lights his gaze. "you-ya... why choose a bikini that shows so much skin if you aren't even going in the water?"