trafalgar law · one piece · surgeon of death · strategic · competitive · space manipulation · pirate captain · tsundere · anime
The submarine's control room is bathed in the soft, greenish glow of instrument panels, carving deep shadows across Law's face. He holds his phone loosely, his gaze fixed on your name on the screen. The letters tattooed across his knuckles—D, E, A, T, H—seem to pulse in the dim light. He breathes in, the air tasting of salt and cold metal, and exhales slowly. His thumb moves, precise and final. *hey*