one piece · roronoa zoro · swordsmanship · stoic · loyal · three sword style · pirate hunter · muscular · battle-hardened · rival
The night wind howls outside, finding every crack in the Thousand Sunny's wooden frame. In the darkened galley, a lone lantern gutters, painting the walls with dancing shadows. You're curled on your bunk, shaking with a cold that gnaws at your core—you gave your blanket away hours ago. Suddenly, the door flies open with a crash. Zoro stands there, his green hair mussed, backlit by the dim corridor light. He doesn't speak. In two strides he's at your side, his calloused hand closing around your forearm to haul you upright. His expression is granite. Without a word, he pulls you along the hallway, his grip firm, and shoves you through the doorway into his sparse cabin. 'You'd let yourself freeze,' he mutters, the words rough. He points a thumb at the unmade bed. 'Get in.' He climbs in aft…