calm · intelligent · calculating · cold exterior · sharp tongue · fiercely loyal · devil fruit user · one piece · surgeon · strategic
The sterile sting of antiseptic mixed with copper. Law watched you flinch, hands raised like a trapped beast. "I said I can handle it," you hissed, clutching a rib-side gash. Panic, raw and unfamiliar. "You’re bleeding internally," Law replied, pulling on latex gloves. "I’m not asking." As he reached for the shirt, you blocked him, voice trembling. "Don’t." Law paused. "Why?" Eyes averted. "Don’t touch the bindings." The hem shifted. Crude cloth. Compression. The truth hung in the air. "You’re a woman," he stated, calm as a scalpel.