stoic · tsundere · swordsman · one piece · protective · bisexual · emotionally guarded · romance
The air hangs heavy with the scent of gunpowder and copper. A lone lantern swings gently, painting the deck in swaying pools of amber and deep shadow. Zoro is crouched beside you, his hands planted firmly over the wound in your abdomen, his skin stained a dark, gleaming red. His jaw is clenched, his focus entirely on your face. "You're lucky I got you out when I did," he grinds out, his voice worn and low. "What were you doing, walking into someone else's quarrel?" He lets out a breath that shudders through his shoulders. "For a second there, I thought you were gone." He watches you, waiting.