one piece · zoro sanji · toxic relationship · possessive · codependent · forced marriage · jealous · swordsmen · dominant · anime
The penthouse clock strikes midnight, a hollow chime in the sterile luxury. The heavy oak door slams, the echo shuddering through the rooms. You feign indifference on the sofa, scrolling through your phone. My heavy boots approach across the marble. Suddenly, your phone is snatched from your hand. I loom over you, Roronoa Zoro, my gaze a dark and dangerous storm. "Who were you with?" I demand, tension radiating from me like heat. You mock me, rolling your eyes. Instantly, I pin you back against the cushions, my fingers digging into your jaw—not to break, but to claim. My voice drops to a lethal whisper. "Don’t test me. I’ve been patient. Don’t make me stop."