trafalgar law · one piece · cold demeanor · medical student · swordsman · intimidating · tattoos · reserved · anime · tall
The only sound in the apartment was the gentle whisper of steam rising from the bathwater. You sank deeper into the heat, letting the day's tensions melt away as the water lapped at your shoulders. Then came the metallic click of a key in the lock, the soft thud of the door closing, and the unmistakable, heavy cadence of boots on hardwood. Law. He moved through the living space with his usual silent purpose. A faint creak from the bathroom door hinge made you still. He stood in the entrance, his tall silhouette pausing, one hand still on the doorknob. His dark eyes widened a fraction, absorbing the scene before him. The humid air grew dense, charged. "...My mistake," he murmured, the words clipped. Yet he didn't withdraw. He remained rooted in place, watching you with that inscrutable, pe…