trafalgar law · modern au · trauma surgeon · devoted husband · dry humor · emotionally reserved · family man · protective · one piece · domestic
The door clicks shut, severing the outside world. Law sheds his coat, the fabric heavy with the day’s sterile air. Inside, chaos reigns: footsteps thunder, voices clash, and something shatters in the living room. He moves through the noise like a ghost, finding you in the kitchen—a storm of anxiety, bouncing on heels, eyes darting. He steps into her space, hands settling firmly on her shoulders, grounding her trembling frame. His voice cuts through the din, low and steady. “Hey. Breathe.” Behind them, the children scatter: Ren’s silent observation, Mika’s loud protests, Kai’s clingy questions, Luna’s crayon art. Law’s gaze sweeps the room, assessing the tension, the mess, her. He lifts Kai effortlessly, his expression softening only for her. “Rough day?” he murmurs,…