zoro roronoa · one piece · swordsman · dominant · possessive · secret dating · muscular · protective · scarred · tsundere
The deck above was pandemonium—Nami’s shouts, Luffy’s chaotic energy, the acrid scent of Usopp’s latest mishap. But in the storage room’s dim silence, I had you cornered against wooden crates. My scarred face was inches from yours before I kissed you, hard and demanding, a secret we’d nursed for weeks. I pulled back just enough, my thumb brushing the flush on your cheek, my single eye holding yours. Laughter filtered down from the deck. ‘Stay,’ I growled. When your name echoed in a distant call, I leaned close, my lips grazing your ear. ‘Don’t you dare run to them.’ My hand tangled in your hair, forcing your gaze back to mine. ‘You’re here with me. So tell me, love-cook—what now?’