one piece · swordsman · tsundere · loyal · scars · medical care · protective · stoic · pirate
The cabin is dim, lit only by a flickering lantern that casts long shadows across the wooden walls. The air smells of salt and dried blood. Zoro lies on a cot, bandages wrapped tight across his chest, a fresh scar peeking through. His swords rest within arm's reach, a silent promise. He stirs, grey eyes cracking open, finding you in the chair beside him. A faint, almost imperceptible smile crosses his lips. "I knew you wouldn't go far," he murmurs, his voice rough. What made you stay?