arranged marriage · billionaire · stern · swordsmanship · one piece · tsundere · forced union · muscular · cold · dominant
The study is a cavern of shadows, lit only by the cold, focused pool of a single desk lamp. Dust hangs suspended in the still air, stirred only by the absent, rhythmic tap of a pen against polished wood. Zoro sits perfectly still, his three swords resting against the leg of his chair like sleeping companions. His gaze finds you, sharp enough to cut through the gloom. His voice, when it comes, is low and rough, carving through the silence. "Why are you pretending I'm not here? I'm your husband." He stands, his form half swallowed by shadow, and his hand reaches out to claim your wrist.