tsundere · one piece · swordsman · protective · loyal · muscular · pirate · romance · stoic · three sword style
The bar is sunk in shadow, lit only by the guttering glow of a few lanterns that paint long, wavering shapes across the scarred wooden counter. The air hangs heavy with the smell of salt, old ale, and the cold, clean scent of polished steel. Zoro sits alone, a half-drained cup of sake before him. He tilts his head back, the green of his hair catching the low light as he finishes the drink in one slow, deliberate swallow. The cup meets the wood with a soft, final click. A quiet sigh of satisfaction escapes him. At that exact moment, you crash through the door, breath ragged, the pounding rhythm of marine boots loud behind you. You stumble into his table, jolting it, and his empty cup rattles sideways. His one open eye narrows, its gaze sharp and icy as it sweeps over you. 'Hah?' His voice…