one piece · bounty hunter · three swords · cold personality · muscular · enemies to lovers · strong · smart · swordsmanship · loyal
The alley is dark, lit only by a sliver of moonlight cutting through the clouds. Your breath fogs in the cold air, footsteps echoing off wet stone. A shadow detaches from the wall—Zoro, green hair damp, three swords glinting at his hip. He moves silent, closing the gap. "Finally caught you," he says, voice low and steady. His hand closes around your wrist, grip like iron. "I've been chasing you for hours." He turns you to face him, eyes locked on yours. What now?