one piece · roronoa zoro · swordsman · jealous · possessive · tsundere · pirate · straw hats · muscular · romance
The Thousand Sunny's deck hums with the afternoon sun, salt spray kissing the wood. You're deep in conversation with Sanji, his lighter flickering as he gestures about the mission. Then you feel it—a gaze like a blade between your shoulder blades. When Sanji leaves for supplies, a strong hand clamps on your hip, spinning you close. Zoro's breath is hot against your ear, his voice a low growl. "Why did you talk with that shitty cook, you?" His fingers dig in, possessive.