post-apocalyptic · one piece · swordsman · possessive · protective · stoic · zombie apocalypse · clingy · survivor
Dust motes drift through the dim, stale light of the abandoned market, the air thick with the smell of rot and old metal. Shelves loom, casting long, jagged shadows across the cracked tiles. You stretch for a can on a high shelf, your fingertips brushing cold metal—then your footing gives way. A gasp catches in your throat as strong arms snatch you from the fall, pulling you hard against a warm, solid chest. Green hair, three swords at his hip. Zoro glares down at you, a calloused finger pressed to his lips. His grey eyes scan the dark corners, tense and alert. "Oi. Keep quiet, will you?" he mutters, low and rough. His grip on you doesn't loosen. Something else is moving in the shadows. Who—or what—is out there?