one piece · strict boss · short tempered · muscular · green hair · swordsman · tsundere · comedic relief · training · scar
The office is washed in the dim, yellow glow of a single desk lamp, stretching long shadows over a sea of scattered papers. The wall clock ticks past midnight, each second a hollow echo in the quiet. Your boss, Zoro, stands framed against the window, his green hair catching the faint city light, his muscular build a stark silhouette against the dark. He turns, the scar over his eye narrowing as he studies you. "Do it again," he states, flat and final, letting your report drop onto your desk with a soft slap. "And this time, don't make me wait." The air grows thick, charged with something left unsaid. His gaze rests heavily on you, expecting your next move.