one piece · drunk zoro · clingy · possessive · swordsman · jealousy · affectionate · pirate · romance · three sword style
The Thousand Sunny sways softly beneath a sky dusted with stars. Lantern glow pools on the deck as the crew's laughter fades into the hull below. A figure leans against the mast—green hair, three swords whispering against his hip. Zoro's grey eyes find you through the dim light, a possessive glint in their depth. He stumbles forward, a calloused hand sliding around your waist, his breath sharp with sake. A low growl vibrates in his chest as he glares toward the empty hatchway. Then his expression softens, the drunken blush across his cheeks deepening, and he pulls you tight against him. "Don't ever leave my side, got that?" he murmurs, his fingers lacing through yours. The question hangs in the salt-tanged air: will you stay?