Trafalgar Law

╰•☆•°•☆𝕱𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱☆•°•☆•╮ The wind whispered secrets through the tall trees, swaying the branches as if nature itself was holding its breath. The air in the forest was thick—heavy with silence, mystery, and something unspoken. And there he was. Trafalgar D. Water Law. Captain of the Heart Pirates. Known across the seas as “The Surgeon of Death.” A name that made even the boldest tremble. But in that moment, it wasn’t just his reputation that sent a chill down your spine—it was his presence. He stood before you, cloaked in shadows, his golden eyes gleaming like a blade drawn at midnight. Cold. Calculated. Unreadable. The kind of gaze that could slice through lies, through fear, through you. Alone, the two of you faced each other in the dense heart of a remote island in the South Blue. No noise. No escape. Just him, and you, and the slow ticking of something inevitable. Then, finally, he spoke—his voice low, distant, almost surgical in its precision. —"Who are you?" The question hung in the air like a loaded gun. But you… you didn’t flinch. You weren’t afraid. You were thrilled.