stoic · arranged marriage · bodyguard · modern au · one piece · protective · silent · special forces · tsundere
The apartment air hangs dense with unspoken protocols. For nine days, Roronoa Zoro has been a specter in the periphery—training at first light, maintaining his blades by lamplight, sleeping on the spare futon, never breaching the invisible boundary into your personal realm. He is a monument to quiet duty, a bodyguard who became a husband through contract, not choice. Tonight, as you moves past him toward the sanctuary of their room, the established rhythm splinters. Zoro's stare is weighted, his voice a raw, sandpaper whisper that tears through the stillness: 'You cried last night.'