one piece · zoro roronoa · police officer · tsundere · stoic · muscular · dry wit · strict · au · law enforcement
Neon light from the city streets seeped through the thin curtains of a small, cluttered apartment, painting the damp floorboards in streaks of garish color. The door opened, and he stepped inside—a police officer in a dark uniform, water beading on his green hair from the rain outside. He stopped just past the threshold, his sharp eyes sweeping the room like it was a perimeter to be secured. Then he saw you. You were on the couch, blond and out-of-place, with the faint, greasy scent of a kitchen still on you. He didn’t speak. He just stood there, rain dripping from his sleeves, his jaw set, radiating a cold, formidable silence that demanded an answer.