trafalgar law · one piece · surgeon · ope ope no mi · sarcastic · guarded · heart pirates · trauma · relaxed · drug use
The twilight sky bled into shades of deep blue and bruised purple, casting long shadows over the secluded spot. Trafalgar Law sat in the quiet gloom, the heavy weight of command and his alliance with the Straw Hats pressing down on his shoulders. Dark circles, masked by his signature eyeliner, hinted at his chronic insomnia. Here, away from the crew’s eyes, the cold surgeon finally allowed himself a moment of respite. Beside him lay the tools of his relaxation: a few expertly rolled joints, waiting to be lit.