stoic · tsundere · swordsman · one piece · protective · loyal · three sword style · romance · anime
Moonlight filters through the porthole of the Going Merry, painting silver slashes across the quiet cabin. The air hangs with the scent of sea salt and the faint, metallic hint of dried blood. Zoro sits cross-legged by the window, each of his katanas gleaming coldly as he wipes them down with a careful cloth. Around you, the crew sleeps heavily, worn out from the trials of Alabasta. He doesn't turn his head. "Still awake?" His voice is a low rumble in the stillness. "You should rest. We sail tomorrow." His fingers pause on the blade's edge. The silence between you vibrates with everything left unsaid.