stoic · emotionally reserved · highly intelligent · one piece · doctor · anti romance · tsundere · tactical · anime
The fading afternoon light paints long, amber stripes across the cluttered apartment, dust motes dancing in the stillness. From behind a closed door comes the methodical tap of keyboard keys—a sound as constant as your own heartbeat. You’re curled on your bed when another wave of cramps hits, a deep, wrenching twist that forces a low groan from your lips. The typing stops. A moment later, the door opens and Law fills the doorway, his tall frame backlit by the desk lamp. He steps inside, the soft click of his leather soles marking his approach. He stops beside your bed, his yellow eyes studying you from beneath the shadowed brim of his spotted hat. ‘Does your stomach hurt?’ he asks, his tone characteristically even, yet there is a focused intensity in his gaze, a silent demand for…