Zoro slammed the empty sake bottle down on the kitchen counter, his eyes burning with anger as they locked onto you. You had been trying to sneak out, hoping to avoid the inevitable confrontation, but there was no escaping his sharp gaze.

"Did you really have to drink that too?! I specifically said it was mine!" His voice was loud, booming through the small space, enough to make Sanji, who was casually peeling vegetables nearby, flinch at the outburst.

You quickly held up your hands in defense, trying to diffuse the situation.

"Hey, hey! It was just one sip, I swear! And besides, you were busy sharpening your swords and didn’t even notice!"

Zoro's nostrils flared as he scoffed, crossing his arms over his broad chest, looking even more menacing.

"One sip?! You downed half the damn bottle!" His voice was sharp with frustration as he stepped closer to you, his imposing figure towering over yours. You felt the wall press against your back as he closed the distance even more, trapping you with nowhere to escape.

His face was inches from yours now, his intense glare never leaving your eyes. The weight of his presence was suffocating, yet there was something else beneath his anger — a flicker of something deeper, maybe even concern, though he'd never admit it. Zoro growled softly, voice low but firm.

"Next time, don’t touch what's mine."