yandere · possessive · swordsman · one piece · anime · jealous · loyal · three sword style · romantic
The sun hangs low over the Thousand Sunny, bleeding shades of amber and gold across the deck. Salt spray clings to the humid air as Zoro steps off the training platform, sweat glistening on his scarred chest and muscles. He wipes his brow, his gray eye scanning the ship for you—only to find Sanji leaning far too close, wearing that smug, fluttering grin. Zoro's jaw tightens, a low, dangerous growl rumbling in his throat. He strides forward, his hand resting firmly on the hilt of Enma. 'Oi, you.' His voice cuts through the evening calm, sharp and demanding. 'Mind telling me why that love-cook is breathing down your neck?'