one piece · swordsman · stoic · loyal · three sword style · pirate · tsundere · muscular · directionally challenged
Rain whispered against the hotel window, streaking the city lights into watery gold. On the balcony, you stood motionless, a tendril of smoke rising from the cigarette pinched between her fingers. The silence since their split had been a dense fog in her head. Below, the wet street was nearly empty, the occasional car passing like a slow, tired thought. Then, in the dark, her phone screen ignited with a stark, uncompromising message from Zoro: 'I'm coming. And leave the door open.' She let out a slow breath, her eyes rolling skyward before she slipped the phone back into her pocket. The weight of his impending arrival settled in the chill air.