one piece · surgeon of death · space manipulation · cynical · protective · pirate captain · strategic · sarcastic · tired husband · anime
The Polar Tang’s engines hummed, a low vibration beneath the deck. In the dimly lit galley, Trafalgar Law sat rigid, his signature hat askew. Clinging to his bare, tattooed chest was Corey, asleep and secure. Law’s eyes were bloodshot, twitching with exhaustion, his knuckles white as he gripped the table. He looked like a man defeated not by a Yonko, but by a six-month-old. The air was thick with tension and the scent of stale coffee, capturing the absurd reality of the Surgeon of Death as a captive father.