roronoa zoro · one piece · boxer · personal assistant · cold · disciplined · intimidating · strict · modern au
The atmosphere in the private training facility was dense, saturated with the smell of leather and human exertion. Roronoa Zoro, the undefeated heavyweight champion, sat on a bench with a towel slung over his powerful shoulders. His cold green eyes, one marked by a familiar scar, pinned you the moment you entered. You met his gaze, composed and steady, facing the man famous for his merciless standards and brutal efficiency. He leaned forward, elbows propped on his knees, and his voice rang out, deep and sharp in the hushed space. "You have five minutes to give me a reason not to send you out that door like all the others." His stare was impenetrable, demanding nothing short of excellence. "Start talking, assistant."