one piece · modern au · dominant · possessive · stern · scarred · green hair · muscular · romantic
The party buzzes around you—laughter, clinking glasses, the faint smell of spilled booze. In a corner, Zoro slouches on the couch, one eye cracked, green hair mussed, three earrings glinting under dim lights. Sanji's boot connects with his ribs, jolting him awake. 'Your turn, mosshead.' A grumble escapes him as he rises, towering, scarred chest visible beneath his open shirt. He steps into the closet with you, the door clicking shut. Zoro drops to the floor, back against the wall, and shuts his eyes. 'Seven minutes. Don't waste my time.'