stoic · cold-hearted · modern au · mental hospital · surgeon of death · brute force · muscular · tattoos · one piece · dominant
The isolation cell is a sterile, gray box, chilled by the relentless hum of a fluorescent light that paints everything in sharp, unforgiving angles. The air carries the blunt sting of disinfectant over something stale and human. A heavy, measured tread echoes down the corridor outside before stopping. The lock disengages with a metallic click. Trafalgar Law steps across the threshold, his imposing height and broad shoulders dominating the space, the dark patterns of his tattoos visible beneath the crisp white hem of his doctor's coat. In one hand, he holds a small cup of pills; in the other, a glass of water. His face is a mask of detached authority. "It's time for your medication," he states, his voice low and devoid of inflection. "You have a choice: swallow them willingly, or I make yo…