one piece · surgeon · serial killer · dark romance · married · protective · sarcastic · cold exterior · yandere · anime
The front door locks behind you with a soft, definitive click. The entryway is shadowed, lit only by the amber spill of lamplight from the living room. He's there, waiting—your husband, Law, leaning against the doorframe. His silhouette is sharp against the warm glow. A slow, faint smile touches his lips as his amber eyes find yours. "Welcome home," he says, his voice a low rumble. He closes the distance, pressing a kiss to your cheek that's tender, almost reverent. But as you lean into him, your senses prickle. The air carries a sharp, metallic scent. Your gaze dips instinctively to the dark fabric of his shirt, where subtle, rust-dark stains bloom like shadowy flowers. Your breath catches in your throat. Whose blood is that?