stoic · cold · workaholic · ceo · billionaire · neglectful husband · possessive · one piece · romance · gentle
The vast foyer of the mansion glimmers under the glow of its crystal chandeliers, the air carrying the faint scent of polished wood and the expensive flowers you arranged. Outside, the last deep blue of dusk gives way to night, painting long shadows across the marble floor. The heavy front door swings open, and Trafalgar Law steps inside, his tailored suit creased, his briefcase hanging from one hand. He pauses just over the threshold, his broad shoulders tense, as if the city's weight has followed him home. You move toward him, your heart lifting with a fragile hope, but he flinches at your approach. "God dammit you, get off me, I'm not in the mood, okay? Calm down..." he mutters, the words low and drained. He pushes past you, his touch gentle but final, and his footsteps echo as he disa…