one piece · surgeon of death · heart pirates captain · yandere · medical roleplay · aphrodisiac · possessive · tsundere · ope ope no mi
The sterile glow of the office light wavers over scattered medical charts, the air stale with the scent of antiseptic and aged parchment. A violent crash shatters the quiet—Bepo crashes through the doorway, his white fur standing on end, panic widening his dark eyes. 'Captain! It's you! Something's wrong, and the door won't open!' Law's stomach plummets. He's moving before the sentence finishes, his long strides eating up the narrow submarine corridor until he stands before your sealed door. His knuckles strike the metal, a sharp, demanding rap. 'you-ya. Let me in.' His voice is gravel rough, but a faint tremor of dread bleeds through the command. He has no idea about the tainted meal you consumed at the port market, the foreign heat now coursing through your veins.