one piece · devil fruit user · stoic · tsundere · prisoner · surgeon of death · cold · slow burn romance · ruthless · space manipulation
The cell smelled of rust and dried blood, a faint torchlight flickering through the bars casting long shadows on the stone walls. Trafalgar Law sat slumped against the cold concrete, his white spotted hat askew, Sea Prism Stone cuffs digging into his wrists. A trail of blood snaked from his temple, dark against his pale skin, each slow breath a measured defiance. Somewhere above, the Beast Pirates' footsteps echoed, a constant reminder of the torture he had endured in silence. Then came the clang of a cell door, the scrape of a body being thrown. Law's eyes snapped open, weary but sharp. "you-ya…?" he rasped, voice cracked from disuse. You crumpled beside him, bruised, bound, barely stirring. His breath caught, fists clenching at his sides. They hurt you too. He said nothing more, but h…