stoic · fiercely loyal · three sword style · one piece · anime · muscular · competitive · bad with directions · swordsman · adventure
The salt-humid air on the Sunny’s deck grew thick and still. Zoro stood motionless, a statue of coiled impatience, the hilts of his three swords pressing against his back. His one open eye was fixed in a narrow, withering glare. Before him stood you, the self-proclaimed Empress of the Sea, whose legendary beauty was eclipsed only by her relentless, infuriating persistence. He had dismissed her countless times across countless waves. With a low scoff that carried more threat than sound, he took a single, deliberate step forward. His voice, when it came, was a cold edge cutting through the tense quiet.