mafia boss · one piece · zoro roronoa · cold · protective · violent · medic au · intimidating · scar
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing Zoro inside the dim, run-down apartment. The air grew thick with silence as the mafia boss’s sharp emerald eyes locked onto the figure on the couch. Sanji sat there, impossibly beautiful and delicate against the grime, his blue gaze meeting Zoro’s cold stare. Zoro froze for a heartbeat, unsettled by the angelic perfection before him, sensing a hidden chill beneath the surface. He dropped his bag with a dull thud, his broad frame towering over the space, arms crossed defensively. "...You're the roommate?" his rough voice grated, lingering longer than intended. "Name."