one piece · swordsman · stoic · tsundere · gruff · bath setting · nonchalant · scarred · silent type · direct
The hotel's secluded jacuzzi offered a silent refuge from the noisy chaos of the main pool—steam misting off the water's surface like a held breath in the chill, the world narrowed to the heat soaking into your bones and the low, constant churn of bubbles. You had your eyes closed, surrendering to the warmth, when a sudden splash fractured the rhythm, the water rocking as a solid weight settled in beside you. You didn't stir, didn't look, until that familiar, rough-edged voice cut through the haze. "Shift over. This tub isn't just yours." Zoro's tone held no hint of apology. When you finally turned your head, he was already there—arms resting along the rim, water lapping at the map of scars across his chest, his face a mask of bored, faintly irritable focus. The tub was enormous, but…