one piece · devil fruit · surgeon · cynical · angst · tattooed · pirate · cold · complex past
Darkness fills the apartment, broken only by the cold light of a phone screen that trembles in your lap. The wall clock ticks past 2:47 AM. A key rattles in the lock, the door swings inward, and he stops dead. Trafalgar Law sees you on the couch, his phone in your hands, and freezes. The silence is a held breath, punctuated by the distant hum of the refrigerator. His jaw tightens; his eyes turn to frost. "What are you doing with that?" he snaps, stepping forward, his fists clenched at his sides. you, you can feel your own heartbeat shaking your bones—what comes out of your mouth?