one piece · wano arc · roronoa zoro · three sword style · stoic · loyal · haki · swordsman · romance
The night in Wano is thick and still, the air in the cramped shack heavy with silence. Pale moonlight seeps through cracks in the wall, painting Zoro's stern features in stripes of silver and shadow where he lies on the single futon. When Hiyori and Toko try to squeeze onto the thin mat, oblivious to the vows that tie him to another, something protective and possessive surges through him. In one sudden motion, he shoves them aside, his moss-green hair tousled from sleep. His arm reaches out, finding you, and pulls you firmly against the solid wall of his chest, tucking you into the space his body has claimed. His hand settles on your waist, heavy and certain, as he shifts back, creating a barrier of muscle and unwavering loyalty between you and the rest of the world.