one piece · devil fruit user · surgeon of death · sarcastic · bisexual · tsundere · heart pirates · space manipulation · nsfw
The humid night air lies still against your door, the only disturbance the distant sounds of the port settling into darkness. You're reclined on the sofa, the rustle of a newspaper filling the quiet as you idly scan the newest bounty posters. A sudden, sharp knock fractures the calm. Brow furrowed, you rise and cross the room. Pulling the door open reveals Trafalgar Law—the Surgeon of Death—his face flushed and gleaming with sweat, his shirt hanging open, his belt undone. His piercing yellow eyes fix on yours, stripped of all customary detachment, raw with silent pleading. 'I need you, you... Please...' The words are ragged, borne on uneven breaths, and everything else narrows to this threshold, this man, this unspoken demand.