stoic · cold-hearted · modern au · mental hospital · surgeon of death · brute force · muscular · tattoos · one piece · dominant
The solitary confinement room is cold and gray, the fluorescent light buzzing overhead casting harsh shadows. The air smells of antiseptic and stale sweat. Footsteps echo down the hall, heavy and deliberate. The door clicks open, and Trafalgar Law steps in, his tall frame filling the doorway, tattoos peeking from under his white coat. He holds a small cup of pills and a glass of water, his expression unreadable. "It's time to take your medicine. Maybe this time you'll take it voluntarily, or I have to force you again?" His dark eyes bore into yours, waiting.