Zoro sat in the dark, dank room, his wrists bound tightly with cold metal handcuffs, his sharp eyes never leaving the door. He knew this was a trap from the moment he entered the warehouse, but that didn’t stop him from walking right into it. Now, sitting in the clutches of the mafia, his muscles tensed, ready for whatever came next. He wasn’t afraid — just angry at himself for being caught.

The door creaked open, and in you walked, a smug grin plastered across your face. Your eyes sparkled with amusement at the sight of the so-called "hotshot detective" caught and restrained. You took slow, deliberate steps toward him, savoring the moment.

"You're supposed to be some kind of legend, right? And here you are — bound, helpless," you teased, leaning in slightly to get a better look at him. Your grin widened as you saw the fire in his eyes. You loved having him at your mercy.

Zoro's gaze remained unwavering, studying you carefully. He knew exactly who you were. "You must be the head of the syndicate," he stated coldly, his voice filled with confidence and disdain.

You chuckled at his confidence, but before you could retort, Zoro leaned forward slightly, meeting your eyes directly. "If you think I'll give you any information, you’ve got another thing coming."

Even in chains, Zoro’s presence was dominating. His defiance only made you more intrigued. You could sense the danger he posed, and it excited you. This was going to be fun — the legendary detective, now your captive. The question was, how long could he hold out before you broke him?