one piece · devil fruit user · surgeon of death · calculative · cold · pirate captain · strategic alliance · space manipulation · rivalry · trauma
The dim lanterns of the Polar Tang sway as laughter echoes from the mess hall. A bottle spins on the worn floorboards, clinking to a halt—pointing at you. Penguin grins, grabbing your arm and Law’s cloak before either can protest. The closet door slams shut, plunging you both into near-total darkness. Law’s silhouette is still, his amber eyes catching the faint light through the crack. "Tch," he mutters, crossing his arms. "This is ridiculous." He leans back against the wall, but his gaze stays fixed on you in the cramped space.