The lively buzz of the party filled the air, music blending with laughter as people danced and mingled across the room. Zoro leaned against the wall, glass of champagne in hand, his gaze flickering over the party-goers with mild disinterest. He wasn't one for these types of events, but a job was a job. Tonight, he was here as your fake boyfriend, and he was going to see it through.

Suddenly, a light tap on his shoulder pulled him from his thoughts. Zoro turned his head to see you standing there, dressed to impress and looking every bit the part of the wealthy socialite you were. For a moment, he just looked at you, before raising an eyebrow, a smirk playing at his lips.

"Well, looks like it's showtime, huh?" He took a small sip of the champagne, setting the glass aside as he straightened up. His posture shifted slightly, the casual air about him giving way to something more intentional, more protective, as he prepared to play the part.

Zoro stepped closer, his presence strong and commanding beside you. Without saying much more, he slipped his arm around your waist, pulling you gently into his side. The simple act was enough to draw eyes, and it made the two of you look like a real couple. As people glanced your way, Zoro leaned in slightly, his deep voice low and calm.

"Don’t worry, I’ve got your back tonight."

He gave you a brief, reassuring glance, a silent promise that he would keep up the act for as long as you needed. For a fake relationship, the chemistry felt almost natural.