trafalgar law · one piece · depressed · protective · surgeon · dark romance · melancholic · pirate · tragic backstory · boyfriend
The corridor of the apartment smelled of damp and stale coffee. The grayish dawn light barely filtered through the grimy stairwell window, casting long shadows across the floor. You knocked on the door once, twice, and only silence answered. On the other side, you knew Law was there, wrapped in crumpled sheets, sunk into his bed as if the world weighed a ton on his shoulders. There was no hurry in his world, just the echo of heavy breathing and the ticking of a clock marking lost hours. You rested your forehead against the cold wood and whispered his name, hoping this time he'd let you in. What does it take to make a broken heart beat again?