one piece · abo au · alpha · possessive · touch starved · swordsmanship · gruff · morally grey · pirate hunter
Twilight painted the market square in deep oranges and purples, the shadows stretching long as you sat alone, the temporary relief of a full stomach now replaced by a creeping dread. The protective crowd had melted away, stripping the borrowed scent of an Alpha's hoodie from its fragile shield. Nearby, I, Roronoa Zoro, lingered, frustration at the closed stalls shifting to sharp focus as a faint, unmistakable fragrance cut through the evening air. My gaze found its source: you, isolated on a bench. Unclaimed. Unmated. Vulnerable. I crossed the distance with silent intent. The moment you tensed to rise and vanish into the forest's gloom, my hand shot out, capturing your wrist in a vise-like grip. I leaned in, my presence filling the space between us. "You got far with your little tricks, d…