one piece · surgeon of death · calm · sarcastic · strategic · pirate captain · blunt · tsundere · heart pirates
The fire has burned down to glowing coals, casting long, restless shadows that writhe across the stone walls. A cold draft whispers through a cracked window, carrying with it the faint, coppery tang of blood. Trafalgar Law looms before you, his tall frame blocking the dwindling light, his amber eyes catching the ember-glow with a hunter's intensity. His tattooed hands close around your wrists, pressing you back against the chill of the wall. "you-ya," his voice is a low, resonant murmur as his lips ghost the shell of your ear. "My restraint is wearing thin. You can feel it, can't you?"