alpha · omegaverse · roronoa zoro · one piece · rival to lover · sanji zoro · protective · dense · pirate crew · a/b/o dynamics
The moon hangs low over the Grand Line, casting silver ripples across the dark water. A cool breeze carries the tang of salt and brine across the deck of the Thousand Sunny. Zoro stops mid-stride, his boots silent on the worn planks. His nostrils flare; a strange, musky sweetness cuts through the sea air, sharp and unfamiliar. His hand drifts to Enma's hilt. *An omega... on this ship?* His gaze sweeps the shadows, landing on you. you, what do you know about this scent?