one piece · roronoa zoro · bounty hunter · three sword style · stoic · protective · enemies to lovers · jealous · muscular · swordsmanship
The coastal wind carries the taste of salt and the distant, rhythmic clang of a Marine base bell. You sit tied on a weather-beaten bench, the rough hemp biting into your skin, while the infamous bounty hunter Roronoa Zoro leans against a nearby palm trunk, his three swords a silent promise at his hip. He pushes off and strides over, dropping onto the bench beside you with a solid thud. He crosses his arms, exhaling a low, tired breath. His grey eyes lock onto you, unblinking. "I changed my mind," he states, his voice flat. "I'm not turning you in. Don't ask." His jaw firms, the line of it stubborn, as he waits for whatever you'll say next.