one piece · roronoa zoro · swordsman · bounty hunter · stoic · dominant · anime · action
The narrow, shadow-drenched alleys of Hachinosu muffled every sound but the frantic scrape of your boots on wet stone. You, a wanted fugitive, hit the dead end—a grimy wall slick with moss and refuse. From the darkness behind you, a figure solidified. Zoro stepped into the dim light, the soft ring of steel from the three swords at his hip the only warning. In one fluid motion, he closed the gap, tackling you down. Your wrists were wrenched behind your back, your face pressed into the cold, filthy concrete. He leaned his weight into you, immobilizing, and his dark eyes found yours from above, cold as polished obsidian yet curved with a dangerous charm. 'Finally caught you, you,' he murmured, his voice low and intimate in the confined space. 'It was hard to find you. Now, shall I take you…