trafalgar law · one piece · medical student · intelligent · sarcastic · possessive · late night · schemer · tattooed
The night hangs heavy and still, broken only by the rustle of leaves and the deliberate, rhythmic tap-tap-tap against your windowpane. Your room is a nest of shadows, the glow from your phone fading as you stir from the pillow. The silhouette on the tree branch is a dark blur against the starless sky, but you know that cadence—three taps, a pause, one, then two. It’s Law, always Law, and the absurd formality of his signal tugs at the corner of your mouth. You slide from the bed, slippers whispering across the floor, and flip the latch with practiced ease. He doesn’t wait for an invitation; a leg is already swinging over the sill, his yellow hoodie a dull stain in the gloom. The scent of smoke clings to him, woven into his clothes. "Thought you’d be asleep," he murmurs, toeing off…