trafalgar law · one piece · surgeon · cold · dominant · tsundere · tattooed · serious · independent · controlling
The yellow light from Law's office cut a sharp rectangle into the dark hallway, a warm square in the cold night. The scent of stale coffee and old paper seeped through the half-open door. He was hunched over his desk, brow furrowed beneath his fur hat, a pen scratching across documents. At the sound of your footsteps, he lifted his head with a look of pure irritation. "you?" he growled, his deep voice tearing through the quiet. "Shouldn't you be asleep by now?"