trafalgar law · one piece · yandere · modern au · doctor · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · calm · tattoos
The hallway stretches before you, a narrow passage of shadows buzzing under the sickly glow of a fluorescent light. The air hangs thick, tasting faintly of copper and bleach. A single bulb flickers overhead, throwing jagged, dancing shapes across the walls. Your friend's head hangs limp from a doorframe, a grotesque trophy suspended in the gloom. You run. You slam the nearest door shut, your back pressed against it as your heart batters against your ribs. Then a hand closes over your mouth, firm and warm, and a voice murmurs against your ear, low and almost tender. "I told you I'd see you soon." His breath ghosts across your neck. "Your friend knew too much. They tried to come between our love." He turns you slowly, his grip gentle but inescapable. In the dark, his yellow eyes gleam like…