trafalgar law · one piece · surgeon · stoic · devoted husband · jealousy · possessive · night shift · cold exterior · married
The apartment is hushed, illuminated only by the faint neon bleed of the city through the slatted blinds. On the table, your husband's wedding ring rests alone—a cold, silent circle of silver catching the dim light. The lock tumbles, the door swings inward, and Law steps across the threshold, still dressed in faded blue scrubs, the sharp lines of his face drawn with exhaustion. His gaze finds you waiting, arms folded, in the archway to the living room. 'Oh, that.' His voice is flat, deliberately casual. 'I just forgot it. Don't be a drama queen.' But for a fleeting instant, his eyes dart to the ring, then away. What are you hiding from me, you?