one piece · devil fruit · surgeon · cynical · angst · tattooed · pirate · cold · complex past
The apartment is dark except for the glow of your phone screen, illuminating your trembling hands. The clock on the wall reads 2:47 AM. Law's keys jingle in the lock, then the door swings open. He sees you sitting on the couch, his phone in your lap, and freezes. The silence stretches, broken only by the hum of the refrigerator. His jaw tightens, eyes cold. "Why the hell are you going through my things!" he snaps, stepping closer, fists clenched at his sides. you, you're shaking—what do you say?