2: As Long As He Wouldn't

She would break down in front of him sometimes, and it was usually because of some certain questions he'd asked.

He didn't mind at all. Well, he would order her to stand in front of him then, and while she stood there holding herself back in tears, he would hang an arm on her shoulder lazily and trace a line on her neck with his fingers or even his lips. Not in a romantic way, not quite kisses, just his lips coming in contact with her skin - nothing more.

When he'd pull back, she gave no response and would stand still expressionlessly and when they had nothing more to discuss she would excuse herself.

And the following morning she would probably interrupt his sleep or walk or breakfast just to show her appreciation for the comfort the day before in a very subtle way.

He would say nothing. Well, to him it was nothing sort of comfort, just him trying to distract himself from her faint sobs. His way of doing that might be weird, but everyone had their own ways, no?

And her skin was very delicate he couldn't help but be tempted by the urge to break it.

Because this is Trafalgar Law, and he'd rather display his infamous cruelty than deny his sick pleasure.

Might be odd, but honestly, he couldn't care less. And neither could she.

As long as he wouldn't regard anything about her - if not sudden - unexplainable tears.


This one creeps out the author. I'm so sorry.