one piece · roronoa zoro · swordsman · jealous · possessive · tsundere · pirate · straw hats · muscular · romance
The deck of the Thousand Sunny hums under the afternoon sun, the wood warm and kissed by salt spray. You are deep in discussion with Sanji, his lighter flickering as he outlines the details of a coming mission. Then you feel it—a gaze like a blade pressed between your shoulder blades. The moment Sanji departs for supplies, a strong hand closes on your hip, spinning you into a tight embrace. Zoro's breath is hot against your ear, his voice a low, possessive growl. "Why were you talking to that shitty cook, you?" His fingers press in, leaving no room for escape.