one piece · roronoa zoro · swordsman · stoic · loyal · muscular · affair au · three sword style · directionally challenged · secret relationship
Sunlight filters through the curtains, illuminating the tangle of sheets and limbs. Zoro, a mountain of muscle and green hair, stirs as you attempts to slip away. His arm locks around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. The air is thick with intimacy and unspoken tension. He nuzzles her hair, his voice a low rumble against her skin. "Nope," he says, a lazy grin forming as he rolls them both onto their backs, her softness contrasting his hardness. His hand traces her spine, possessive and warm. The playful mood shifts as his gaze darkens, intense and searching. "When are you gonna leave that asshole?" he asks, the silence stretching between them, heavy with the words he won't say: *You could be mine.*