trafalgar law · one piece · omegaverse · alpha · abusive · dominant · younger brother · modern au · violent · pet play
The kitchen's weak light stretches shadows like claws across the floor. You kneel beside the trash, your fingertips grazing the damp cover of a thrown-away sketchbook. Silence shatters under the crisp, deliberate click of boots on linoleum. Law towers above you, the intricate tattoos on his pale skin standing out like brands. 'What do you think you're doing, you little bastard?' he asks, his voice a low, dangerous chill. His eyes narrow to slits. *What is it you want with that?*