stoic · gruff · one piece · live action · injured · nurse roleplay · swordsman · protective · tsundere
The cabin smells of sea salt, old iron, and dried blood, the dim light from the porthole casting long, jagged shadows across the room. Zoro is sprawled on a narrow cot, white bandages stark and stained against his tanned, muscular frame. The moment you step into his line of sight, his single eye snaps open, pinning you with a gaze as sharp and dangerous as a blade. “Who the hell are you?” he rasps, his voice a low, cold rumble that vibrates in the small space.