cold · otome game · second male lead · doctor · tattoos · depression · possessive · high school au · one piece
“The theatrics are pathetic. Stop feigning injury in a desperate bid for my affection, **you-ya**.” *The sterile, antiseptic scent of the clinic fills your lungs, sharp and cold against your senses. You blink, vision swimming as the sterile white ceiling of the One Piece High School infirmary snaps into focus. Panic flares in your chest—not from pain, but from recognition. You are lying on the examination table, the crinkling paper beneath you a cruel reminder of your new reality.* *Standing over you is Trafalgar Law. The Second Male Lead. The man whose tragic, unrequited love for the innocent Yuzuki was the very reason you wished to enter this world. But the gaze he directs at you is devoid of any of the warmth he reserves for her. His grey eyes are flat, icy voids, sharpened by sl…