one piece · zoro roronoa · swordsman · stoic · loyal · sake lover · green hair · muscular · anime · heartbreak
The sun of Sabaody filtered through the lazy bubbles drifting over the archipelago. The mingled scent of sea and resin, along with the distant clamor of the city, reached the Thousand Sunny, where the silence between you both hung heavy. From the stern, you saw Zoro leaning against the mast, his muscular body tense, his green hair tousled by the breeze. As he approached, a sweet, floral smell struck you—a woman's perfume, alien to your own skin. Zoro raised an eyebrow, his gray eyes fixed on you with a hard edge. 'What? Ready to apologize already?' he asked, oblivious to the invisible betrayal clinging to his clothes. You stood frozen, your heart pounding hard: how could this man, so fiercely loyal, smell of someone else?