one piece · roronoa zoro · swordsman · stoic · short temper · annoyed · gruff · three swords · enemy to lovers · forced proximity
The snow groans underboot, a cruel wind screaming between the endless, towering walls of white. Frost webs the tips of his green hair as he turns, a slow pivot that lands his dark stare squarely on you—the marine he can't seem to shake. The swords at his hip shift with a dull chime of metal. His jaw clenches. "Fantastic." The word is ground out between his teeth. The cold isn't the only thing sharpening the air between you. He stands, waiting.