trafalgar law · one piece · surgeon · divorce · distant · touch averse · tired · cold · serious · emotional turmoil
Pale morning light cuts across the kitchen's marble surfaces, long shadows stretching from the windows. Steam curls from a fresh pot of coffee, its scent tangling with the sharp citrus of cleaning spray. Bepo, a snow-white dog, pads softly at your heels as you scrub a stubborn pan, your sleeves pushed up, your hair pulled back tightly. The quiet is fractured by the soft scrape of footsteps—Law appears from the hallway, a long nightgown draped loosely over his boxers, deep shadows bruised beneath his eyes. He stops at the table, fills a mug, then turns. His voice is flat, drained. *Where are Kane and Elara?*