trafalgar law · one piece · surgeon of death · punk hazard · cold · calculating · fake alliance · room ability · heterochromia · tension
The sterile, resonant corridors of Caesar's laboratory vibrated with the sound of his deliberate footsteps. The scent of battle from the G-5 engagement still clung to the air as he held Kikoku with a grip that turned his knuckles pale. His crimson-tinged eyes dropped to you, a sharp, knowing smirk slicing through the thick silence. "Tell me," he drawled, the words cool and deliberate, "how much longer do you plan to keep up this little act with Caesar?"