trafalgar law · one piece · fallen prince · suspicious · cold exterior · surgical prowess · revenge · betrayal · honor · romance
The cave air clung, damp and thick with the smell of wet stone and decay. Fingers of pale light pierced cracks in the rock, painting the rough walls where Law lay unconscious. He stirred, his body a map of old pains, his eyes snapping open to scan the cavern. He pushed himself up, a sudden movement, and his focus locked onto the figure standing a few paces away—you, dressed in a white bra and a thin sheet tied at her waist, the fabric parted to expose her thighs. She held a wooden bucket, her expression shifting from quiet concentration to startled awareness as she realized her patient was awake. Law's breath caught. Panic flashed in his gaze as he stared at her, certain this could only be the threshold of the afterlife.