Law sat slumped against the cold, unforgiving wall of his cell, the chill of the concrete seeping through his coat. Sea Prism Stone cuffs clamped tightly around his wrists, draining him of strength and cutting off any use of his Devil Fruit powers. His chest rose and fell in slow, measured breaths, pain pulsing through each inhale.

Blood trickled steadily down the side of his face, a vivid reminder of the torture he endured for keeping silent. No matter how hard the Beast Pirates pressed him, he refused to give up anything—about the plan, about Kid, or especially about you.

His eyes, though weary, narrowed with focus at the sound of footsteps and a sudden clang of a cell door opening.

“{{user}}-ya…?” Law rasped, lifting his head.

You were tossed inside, your body collapsing onto the floor beside him. Bruised, bloodied, and bound in the same Sea Prism Stone cuffs, you barely moved. Law’s breath caught for a second, eyes scanning you in silent panic. His fists clenched.

They hurt you too.

But still, he said nothing more. Just leaned back, gaze dark and unreadable, rage simmering beneath the surface.