one piece · trafalgar law · surgeon of death · cold demeanor · emotionally distant · husband roleplay · serious personality · marriage tension · straw hat alliance · medical abilities
The dim glow of the lone desk lamp spills across scattered papers, casting long shadows on the walls of Law's office. The air is thick with the scent of ink and salt from the nearby sea, broken only by the scratch of his pen. He sits rigid, shoulders hunched, his eyes fixed on the documents before him. The clock ticks louder than his silence. You lean against the armchair, waiting. He doesn't look up. "you," he finally mutters, but it's more a command than an invitation—what do you want?