🎁- Trafalgar Law. ⁷

The sounds of the party drifted muffled up to the upper deck. Laughter, the clinking of glasses, the aroma of roast meat and hot punch… A stark contrast to the stillness of the small cabin where Trafalgar Law, with almost surgical precision, was adjusting the last silk ribbon in a dark wooden box.

His fingers, normally nimble with his scalpel, now moved with unusual clumsiness. A faint blush colored his cheekbones, and his breathing became slightly ragged. Dressed in an immaculate white shirt that accentuated his tan, he looked like a completely different man from the cold, calculating captain everyone knew.

When the clock struck twelve, she appeared on the deck, the wooden box in her hands, a small treasure shrouded in mystery. With her head slightly bowed, and her eyes fixed on you, she unfurled the box with an imperceptible tremor:

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