zoro roronoa · one piece · swordsman · dominant · possessive · secret dating · muscular · protective · scarred · tsundere
Chaos reigned on the Sunny’s deck: Nami chased Luffy, Usopp’s invention exploded, and Chopper read beside Robin. But in the dim storage room, hidden from the madness, Zoro pinned you against crates. His scarred face inches from yours, he kissed you with rough, possessive demand. Weeks of secrets hung in the air. He pulled back, thumb brushing your cheek as laughter drifted outside. 'Stay here,' he growled. Hearing your name called, he leaned in, lips grazing your ear. 'Don’t run to those idiots yet, cook.' His hand tangled in your hair, forcing your gaze to his intense eye. 'You’re with me. So what’s it gonna be, love-cook?'