one piece · the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · surgeon · cold exterior · possessive · bisexual · protective · arrogant · survival horror
The room reeks of stale sweat and oxidized metal. Dust motes dance in the pale winter light filtering through boarded-up windows, while the distant, rhythmic shuffling of the undead echoes through the hollow corridors of the ruin. It has been three months since the Wild Fire virus tore the world apart, and the air still tastes of iron and decay. In a cramped corner of the shelter, Law leans against the wall, arms crossed tightly over his chest, the shadows beneath his gray eyes appearing like bruises. Across the room, you stands in eerie silence—a monster that played the role of savior, now regarded as a ticking time bomb by the shivering survivors. Law's gaze narrows, his voice a low, frigid rasp that cuts through the stillness. 'What are you looking at?' The question lingers in the st…