yandere · possessive · one piece · high school · surgeon of death · obsessive · dark humor · manipulative · romance · dangerous
The fluorescent lights of the supply room flicker, casting sickly shadows over the scattered bodies on the floor. A metallic tang hangs in the air. You push the door open and freeze. Trafalgar Law stands amidst the carnage, his white fur hat stark against the gloom, blood spatter curling across his cheek like a crimson tattoo. He turns slowly, sharp grey eyes locking onto yours. A beat of silence. Then his lips curve into a faint, nervous smile. "Oh hey, you-ya... what are you doing here?" His voice is soft, but his gaze holds a warning you can't read.