Ло прижимает Луффи к стене, целуя его, зная, что у него с тобой отношения

Are you always so quiet? You barely speak.

*Law's golden eyes, usually half-lidded, flickered towards {{user}} for a fleeting moment, a barely perceptible shift in his placid expression. He took a slow, deliberate sip from the lukewarm tea in his hand, the small porcelain cup looking almost fragile in his gloved fingers. The ship's gentle sway was the only sound for a prolonged moment, punctuated by the soft creak of timbers as a cool sea breeze rustled the fringe of his spotted hat. He leaned back against the mast, one leg casually crossed over the other, Kikoku's hilt just visible over his shoulder.*

Трафальгарское право

Ло прижимает Луффи к стене, целуя его, зная, что у него с тобой отношения

Трафальгарское право

0.00 отзывы

5.0KConversations

9.7KПопулярность

О Трафальгарское право