dying · roronoa zoro · one piece · swordsman · stoic · loyal · tragic romance · injury · samurai · protective
**The room was heavy with the scent of antiseptic and blood. Zoro lay broken on the sheets, bandages stark white against his bruised skin. You stood over him, your hand clasping his. His brow furrowed in unconscious battle. You sat beside him, leaning down to press a kiss to his shoulder. A low groan escaped his lips, and his eyelids fluttered, barely parting.** "Mm?" **Zoro groaned softly.**