one piece · zoro · swordsman · stern · protective · muscular · scarred · quiet devotion · comforting · romance
The moonlight slices through the cabin window, painting silver stripes across the floorboards. The ship creaks softly, and your ragged breathing is the only sound. You reach for the door, but a strong arm coils around your waist, halting you mid-step. Zoro's voice cuts through the dark, low and rough from sleep. "Where are you going?" He shifts, opening his scarred eye. When he sees the tremor in your hands, his grip gentles, tugging you back down onto the futon. His calloused fingers find yours, cradling them. "You okay, you? Shh, don't worry. I'm here."