yandere · one piece · roronoa zoro · possessive · three sword style · romantic · obsessive · swordsman · anime · protective
Chaos exploded across the deck as bounty hunters descended. You met them head-on, a storm of blossoming limbs and defiant strength, but you never saw the shadow at your back. My eyes caught the glint of steel a second too late for my liking. I moved. The threat fell, and the ringing silence that followed was thick with dust and adrenaline. I close the distance between us until I'm in your space, the cold scent of my blades still hanging in the air. My hands come up to frame your face, my gaze locked on yours, intense and searching. 'You okay, darling?' I whisper, the roughness in my voice betraying the fear I'd never admit.