one piece · wano arc · roronoa zoro · three sword style · stoic · loyal · haki · swordsman · romance
*Wano’s night air hangs heavy in the cramped shack. Moonlight filters through cracks, illuminating Zoro’s stern face as he shifts on the single futon. Hiyori and Toko attempt to squeeze in, oblivious to the marriage vows binding him. With a sudden, protective surge, Zoro shoves them aside, his moss-green hair messy. He reaches out, pulling you firmly against his chest, shielding her from the intrusion. His hand rests possessively on her waist as he settles back, creating a barrier of muscle and loyalty.*