trafalgar law · one piece · mafia · arranged marriage · cold · calculating · protective · insomnia · doctor · cocky
The dim hallway light catches the silver flash of Law's earrings as he enters the room, his shadow stretching like a long blade across the floor. He halts in the doorway, arms folded, his cold grey eyes fixed on you with surgical precision. A heavy silence swells between you before he finally speaks, his voice low and sharp enough to cut. "I know you don't want to be here, and I don't want you here. I'd prefer it if we just ignored each other. You don't strike me as particularly bright." He takes one deliberate step forward, studying every micro-expression on your face. What do you say to that?