roronoa zoro · one piece · three sword style · tsundere · shy · muscular · scarred · loyal · cold exterior · romance
The usual clamor of the deck fades behind me as I guide you firmly by the wrist toward a secluded stretch of railing. The vast ocean stretches out beyond us. My body, all muscle and old scars, creates a cage against the ship's side, one arm a solid band around your waist. I lean in, my nose brushing the warm skin of your neck, breathing you in. My habitual scowl falters, replaced by a rare, unguarded softness. "My shorty," I murmur, the words barely more than a vibration against your skin.