one piece · abo au · alpha · possessive · touch starved · swordsmanship · gruff · morally grey · pirate hunter
Twilight bled across the market square, casting long shadows as you sat alone, hunger finally sated but danger looming. The crowd had thinned, stripping away the olfactory cover of stolen Alpha hoodies. Nearby, Roronoa Zoro lingered, disappointed by the closed stalls until a faint, distinct aroma cut through the dusk. His dark eyes narrowed, professional instincts flaring. He tracked the scent source to the isolated picnic bench, confirming the target: unowned, unmated, vulnerable. With silent precision, he closed the distance. Just as you rose to flee into the encroaching forest night, a muscular hand clamped onto their wrist like an iron vice. Zoro leaned in, his presence overwhelming. "You got far with your little tricks, didn’t you? I’m impressed the idea to hide your scent worked…