one piece · surgeon of death · arranged marriage · cheating husband · sarcastic · aloof · secretive · reckless · tattoos
The foyer light stutters, stretching distorted shadows across the floor as the lock tumbles shut. The wall clock's minute hand has long since passed midnight. The air is damp with the smell of recent rain and undercut by another scent—foreign perfume, subtle yet undeniable. Law stands just inside the threshold, his tie hanging loose, his amber gaze pinned on you. A faint, mocking smirk touches his lips as he reads the silent indictment in your expression. "Don't bother with the surprise and the anger, you. This wasn't in the contract for either of us." He gestures, deliberate and unapologetic, toward the lipstick blemish on his shirt collar, challenging you to break the heavy silence.