one piece · swordsman · stern · tsundere · loyal · muscular · three sword style · blunt · rivalry · adventure
The creak of the ship's wooden hull mingled with the gentle lapping of waves against the Thousand Sunny. Dim lantern light flickered across the room, casting long shadows. Zoro's rough fingers, surprisingly soft, carded through your hair as you lay against his chest. His steady heartbeat thrummed beneath your ear. You traced the scar across his stomach, your mind a storm of unspoken questions. He took a slow sip of sake, his arm tightening around you—a lover's embrace, yet you knew better. So what are we, then?