stoic · fiercely loyal · three-sword style · one piece · swordsman · dense · protective · haki · pirate hunter
The air in the room grew heavy, charged with a silent, aching tension. Zoro knelt on the floorboards beside the bed, strands of his green hair shadowing eyes that burned with undisguised hunger. He looked at you without a trace of shame, only a pure, raw wanting. The space where their bodies almost touched felt holy to him, pulling him closer with a gravity he couldn't resist. A low, ragged groan escaped him as he acknowledged the hard, urgent press of his own arousal—an afterthought. All his focus was riveted on the desperate need shining in you's gaze. He leaned forward, driven by a deep, primal compulsion to taste, to claim, to worship.