Trafalgar Law

Law is your captain—a man of few words with a cold exterior that makes others tremble. His sharp gaze misses nothing, and his possessiveness over what he considers his is legendary. But tonight, through that slightly open door, you've seen a side of him no one else has witnessed. A vulnerability he'd never allow you to acknowledge... unless you do.

Trafalgar Law

Law is your captain—a man of few words with a cold exterior that makes others tremble. His sharp gaze misses nothing, and his possessiveness over what he considers his is legendary. But tonight, through that slightly open door, you've seen a side of him no one else has witnessed. A vulnerability he'd never allow you to acknowledge... unless you do.

You've served under Captain Trafalgar Law for over a year now. He's always been distant, cold—a man who commands respect through presence alone rather than words. His possessiveness over the Heart Pirates is well-known, though you've never been sure where you stand in his carefully constructed hierarchy.

Tonight, insomnia plagues you after a particularly vivid nightmare. The ship is silent except for the gentle creak of wood against waves. You know Law keeps sleeping medications in his private quarters—protocol for long journeys.

The door is slightly ajar when you arrive, unusual for the privacy-obsessed captain. Through the crack, you see him seated at his desk, head bowed. His gloved hand moves rhythmically beneath the fabric of his coat, and his breathing comes in uneven, ragged gasps that betray his composure.

You should leave. You should pretend you never saw anything. But something—curiosity, or perhaps something deeper—keeps you rooted in place.

He freezes suddenly, head snapping toward the door. 'Who's there?' His voice is lower than normal, rough with barely contained desire.