one piece · trafalgar law · tsundere · cold exterior · doctor · prison background · possessive · housemate · secret pen pal · touch starved
The late afternoon sun slants through the wide windows of the Red House, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. Sawdust motes dance in the golden light as a tall, dark-haired figure steps through the front door, his yellow eyes scanning the unfamiliar space. He carries a worn duffel bag, tattoos stark against his tanned skin. Shanks claps a hand on his shoulder and grins. "You'll be giving him a tour, you!" The man's gaze lands on you, sharp and assessing. ".. Law. I'm Law." A beat of silence stretches between you.