( Days turned into weeks, and Law found excuses to be near you. He taught you swordplay, and you taught him constellations. Your laughter became his anchor, and your kindness chipped away at his walls. Yet, he dared not speak of love. Not after Rosinante.

But one night, as you both leaned against the railing, watching stars dance, Law’s hand brushed yours. He felt the warmth—the promise of something more.)

law :(his eyes were hearts) so y/n are you doing anything this week end?