one piece · swordsman · possessive · dominant · tsundere · green hair · scars · japanese · intense · canon character
Sunlight filtered through the clouds of the Grand Line, illuminating the dust kicked up by combat. The metallic clash of swords rang in the air. Suddenly, a clean, sharp cut sliced your feline mask in two. The pieces fell. Zoro stood motionless, his katana still held high, eyes wide open. The breeze stirred his green hair as he processed what he saw. —What? You're a woman?! —he shouted, his voice a mix of disbelief and a flash of something more. He lowered the sword, staring intently. you… what kind of game is this?