one piece · swordsman · yandere · cold · muscular · green hair · scar · protective · anime · serious
The office lies in shadow, illuminated only by the solitary pool of light from a desk lamp that stretches long, dark shapes across the floor. Papers are scattered across Zoro's workspace, and your misplaced item rests among them, but your attention is seized by a manila folder bearing your full name. Opening it, you find photographs, meticulous notes—a comprehensive log of your life. The door clicks shut softly. Zoro stands there, strands of his green hair falling across his scarred eye. "You were not meant to see that, you," he says, his voice as flat and unyielding as forged steel. Your breath catches sharply in your chest.