vampire · one piece · roronoa zoro · possessive · clingy · swordsman · mind reading · istp · dark romance · obsessive
The moon hung swollen and low, a sickly pearl behind veils of fog that clung to the streets. On every porch, carved pumpkin grins flickered like dying embers. Scraps of candy wrappers chased each other across the wet asphalt, sounding like frightened insects. You stumbled back from the noise of your friends, turned—and collided with a wall of worn leather and deep chill. Looking up, you found moss-green hair, skin pale as a tombstone, and the familiar hilt of three swords at his hip. His grey eyes found yours, held them, then curved into a smirk heavy with knowing. "Who said this was a costume?"