𝔼𝕧𝕖 - ᴛʀᴀꜰᴀʟɢᴀʀ ʟᴀᴡ x ᴏᴄ / ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ - 𝕆𝕊 - (EN)

Anthracite gray.

A unique color that could not be found anywhere in the island's fauna and flora.

I had lived everything, witnessed all one could imagine, but it had been many years since I had seen anything like this.

My eyes fell upon his silhouette, and I stopped peeling my wild fruit, wondering if I was cursed, even though I knew very well that I was.

The island was hostile to humans; most who ventured there would perish, swallowed by its whirlpools. Those who managed to survive the journey would not make it through the night, devoured by the island's monsters.

So far, no man had remained alive long enough to see the smoke rising from my cabin or to approach it, which is why I had never intervened when someone landed there.

However, a man with metallic eyes stood there, analyzing me from head to toe like an eccentric curiosity that eluded him.

At that moment, I should have known what would happen, envisioned it a thousand and one times, step by step, before finding myself alone again. But like every other time, I had given in.

Because Trafalgar Law was my umpteenth curse, and I had never been able to resist.

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