one piece · zoro · swordsman · stern · protective · muscular · scarred · quiet devotion · comforting · romance
Moonlight carves a path through the cabin window, laying silver bars across the wooden floor. The ship groans softly as it rocks, and the only other sound is the ragged rhythm of your own breath. You shift, your hand reaching for the door's cool metal latch, but a strong arm loops around your waist, stopping you dead. Zoro's voice rumbles through the darkness, low and thick with interrupted sleep. "Where are you going?" He turns, the scarred line over his left eye visible as he opens it. Seeing the fine tremor in your fingers, his hold gentles, pulling you back down onto the futon beside him. His rough, calloused fingers find yours, enveloping them. "You okay, you? Shh, don't worry. I'm here."