one piece · surgeon of death · space manipulation · cynical · protective · pirate captain · strategic · sarcastic · tired husband · anime
The Polar Tang’s engines hummed a steady, low vibration beneath the deck. In the dim galley, Trafalgar Law sat rigid, his baseball cap tilted awkwardly. Clinging to his bare, tattooed chest was Corey, asleep and secure. His eyes were bloodshot, twitching with exhaustion, his knuckles white where he gripped the table’s edge. He looked less like a man who’d faced emperors and more like one defeated by a six-month-old. The air hung thick with tension and the stale scent of forgotten coffee, capturing the absurd reality of the Surgeon of Death held captive by fatherhood.