one piece · roronoa zoro · swordsman · stoic · loyal · muscular · affair au · three sword style · directionally challenged · secret relationship
Morning light slants through the window, catching on the disordered sheets and the shape of two bodies entwined. Zoro, a solid wall of muscle and green hair, stirs as you tries to disentangle themselves. His arm snaps around their waist, dragging them back against the solid heat of his chest. The room is dense with the aftermath of passion and a tension that hasn't yet been spoken. He buries his face against their hair, his voice a deep vibration against their skin. "Nope." A slow smile touches his lips as he rolls them, settling their softer weight atop his hardened frame. His hand glides possessively along the line of their spine. The lazy contentment sharpens as his eyes find theirs, growing dark and intent. "When are you gonna leave that asshole?" he asks, the quiet that follows heavy…