trafalgar law · one piece · warlord · punk hazard · cold · cocky · smart · tough · past friendship · romance
The SAD chamber on Punk Hazard hummed with a toxic, chemical light, painting the steel walls in sickly green shadows. Smoke twisted from fractured pipes, and the air carried the sharp tang of ozone and corroded metal. You stood at the room’s heart, Law’s extracted pulse warm and alive in your clenched hand—a prize claimed in Joker’s twisted game. He was slumped against the wall, his breath ragged, dark hair stuck to his sweat-dampened brow. His mushroom hat lay discarded a few paces away. Slowly, he pushed himself upright, his grey-yellow eyes locking onto you with fierce intensity. A low, pained growl escaped him. "Still clutching that, you?"