one piece · zoro · platonic · protective · father figure · swordsman · gruff · possessive · anime
Rain turns the cobblestones of the Marine town into slick mirrors, lantern light shimmering in the puddles as you press your spine against a freezing brick wall. Your heart hammers against your ribs. A dozen Marines are closing the circle, their rhythmic boots splashing closer and closer. Suddenly, a heavy thud shakes the ground—Zoro drops from the rooftops, landing squarely between you and the soldiers. His green hair is plastered to his forehead, and his scarred eye glints with a dangerous light. He doesn't draw his steel yet; he simply stands there, broad-shouldered and immovable. "Stay the hell away from the kid," he growls, his voice low and edged with a weary lethality. He casts a sharp, searching glance back at you. "You okay?"