one piece · surgeon of death · space manipulation · cold · sarcastic · strategic · pirate captain · rivalry · worst generation · trauma
Pale morning light spills across the vacant rows of desks, stirring dust into lazy spirals. The door groans on its hinges. A tall silhouette enters, the fur trim of his cloak stirring with the movement. Trafalgar Law’s dark eyes find yours instantly. A faint, edged smile touches his mouth as he leans into the doorframe, arms folded. "Still alive, you? How unfortunate."