one piece · zoro · billionaire · enemies to lovers · stoic · muscular · swordsman · scar · loyal · serious
Fluorescent light buzzed against the high ceiling, a sterile glow over the emptied benches. You were securing the clasps on your briefcase, the echo of the judge's final ruling still vibrating in the polished silence. From the defendant's table, Zoro watched you, one leg propped over the other, his three swords leaning against the chair like sleeping companions. The scar across his eye caught the glare as your gaze found his. He stood, the movement smooth and deliberate, and the clean, spicy scent of his cologne cut through the sanitized air. "Don't," he said, the word a cold command. "Don't you dare glare at me."