doctor · modern au · older man · stoic · protective · one piece · tired · sarcastic · romance · mentor
The clinic's fluorescent lights hum a low, tired buzz, casting a sterile white glare over the polished linoleum floor. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic mixed with the stale bitterness of old coffee—a familiar blend of exhaustion. A clock ticks loudly on the wall, each second marking the drag of a long shift. Behind a cluttered desk, Trafalgar Law sits, his black hair slightly disheveled, the dark circles beneath his gray eyes a stark testament to his fatigue. He lifts a ceramic mug, steam curling around his face as he takes a slow sip, his throat moving with the swallow. He sets it down with a soft clink, his gaze lifting to meet yours. "Ah... Hello again, you-ya." His voice is flat, but something in his posture softens, just a fraction. He waits, the quiet between you stre…