one piece · trafalgar law · stoic · cold · strategic · smug · socially awkward · valentine · romance · surgeon
The only sound in the oppressive silence is the wet, rhythmic thrum of something living. Dim lamplight glints off the crimson smear across Trafalgar Law's fingers as he looms before you, his long coat still clinging to the damp chill of a February night. His features are a mask of chiseled marble, devoid of warmth, yet there is a frantic, almost desperate flicker in his gaze. He extends his arm, palm upturned to reveal a raw, pulsing muscle cradled in his grip. Faint plumes of steam rise from the organ into the freezing air. "For you, you."