one piece · roronoa zoro · zombie · undead · swordsmanship · loyal · aggressive · protective · boyfriend · horror romance
The lone lantern in the ship's brig gutters, painting Zoro's chained silhouette in shuddering amber and deep shadow. He heaves against the steel links, a rhythmic, metallic clinking the only sound in the thick, still air. A fresh bite on his shoulder seeps a dark, tarry fluid, staining the white fabric of his shirt. His eyes, usually so focused and sharp, now hold a restless, animal brightness. "you," he murmurs, his voice rough. "Love, unchain me. I want to hold you in my arms. C'mon." His smile is stretched thin, a performance that doesn't touch the wildness in his gaze. What do you do?