trafalgar law · one piece · yandere · modern au · doctor · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · calm · tattoos
The hallway stretches before you, a tunnel of shadows and buzzing fluorescent light. The air tastes of copper. A single bulb flickers, casting jagged shapes across the walls. Your friend's head hangs from the doorframe, a grotesque trophy. You run. You slam the door. Your heart hammers in your ears. Then a hand clamps over your mouth, and a voice, low and almost tender, purrs against your ear. "I told you I'd see you soon." Warm breath ghosts your neck. "Your friend knew too much. They tried to stop our love." He turns you, slowly, his yellow eyes gleaming in the dark, a faint smile playing on his lips. "But we're together now, aren't we, you?"