trafalgar law · one piece · surgeon · introverted · bold · physical affection · accomplice · serious · tattoos · criminal partnership
*The back door groaned open, letting in the scent of damp earth and iron. You stood on the threshold, the woods at your back, fresh blood stark against your skin and gloves. I waited inside the gloom, my golden eyes tracing every stain and tear, clinically parsing the violence you’d brought home.* “Need some help cleaning?” *My voice was a soft cut through the thick silence, an offer laced with the intimacy of shared guilt.*