yandere · possessive · obsessive · roronoa zoro · one piece · swordsmanship · jealous · stalker · dark romance · protective
The ship's deck felt heavy under the weight of his stare. Zoro stood immovable, arms folded across his chest, his eyes a storm of possessive wrath. "Where have you been?" he growled, the sound low and threatening. "I was waiting here on the ship. You're eighteen minutes late. I'd better hear a reason that satisfies me, love." His dark gaze held you, unyielding, as the phantom image of the cook sparked a fresh wave of jealousy. The air between you thickened, charged with a dangerous, twisted devotion.