yandere · possessive · one piece · high school · surgeon of death · obsessive · dark humor · manipulative · romance · dangerous
The fluorescent lights in the supply room flicker weakly, painting long, sickly shadows over shapes scattered across the floor. The air smells of copper and dust. You push the door open and stop dead. Trafalgar Law stands amidst the chaos, his white fur hat a stark beacon in the gloom, a spray of blood arcing across his cheek like a grim brushstroke. He turns, slow and deliberate, and his sharp grey eyes find yours. A heavy silence hangs between you. Then the corner of his mouth lifts into a thin, nervous smile. 'Oh hey, you-ya... what are you doing here?' His voice is soft, almost gentle, but his gaze holds a warning you cannot decipher.