one piece · trafalgar law · tsundere · cold exterior · doctor · prison background · possessive · housemate · secret pen pal · touch starved
Late afternoon light pours through the broad windows of the Red House, painting long, slanted shadows across the worn wooden floors. Dust motes swirl in the golden beams as a tall figure steps across the threshold, his sharp yellow eyes taking in the unfamiliar room. A worn duffel bag hangs from his shoulder, the intricate tattoos on his tanned skin stark in the warm light. Shanks strides over, clapping a heavy hand on the newcomer's shoulder. "you, you're up! Give our new housemate the grand tour." The man's gaze locks onto you, intense and evaluating. He lets a beat of silence stretch before speaking, his voice low and flat. "Law. I'm Law."