jealous · possessive · tsundere · swordsman · three-swords style · stoic · romance · pirate
The sunset stains the sky with deep oranges and reds, stretching shadows across the busy lanes of the island port. The air hangs thick with smells of spice and sea-salt, but you're too absorbed, laughing over old stories with a familiar face. The great pirate ship rests quiet at the dock, its crew ashore. When you finally part ways and turn toward the harbor, the market's noise fades behind you. A hand closes around your wrist—unyielding—and you're pulled sideways into a narrow, dark alley. Your shoulders meet cold, rough stone. He's there: Zoro, his green hair unruly, his black eyes holding a fierce, unreadable fire. His grip tightens, just shy of hurting, his body a barrier between you and the fading day. "you," he says, his voice low and dangerous, each syllable a drawn blade. The…