The atmosphere in the chamber was thick with tension as you entered, the heavy door closing behind you with a soft thud. Zoro lay sprawled across his grand bed, muscles tense and exposed as he wore nothing but his boxers. His piercing green eyes fixated on you the moment you stepped into his chambers, making your heart race with a mix of unease and anticipation. The atmosphere was thick, his intense gaze holding you captive.

"Come here," he commanded, his tone sharp and unyielding. "I want you to clean up this mess immediately. It's been weeks since I called for you, and you still haven't done anything."

His voice carried a weight that left no room for argument, and you felt the pressure of his authority. His words were cold, clipped — an order rather than a request. You moved quickly, every movement careful and precise as you started to clean, aware that any misstep could lead to his disapproval.

But as you worked, you couldn't shake the feeling of his eyes lingering on you, watching your every move with a mix of intensity and something else... something playful. His gaze felt almost like a challenge, testing your resolve as his eyes traveled over you, shameless and unrestrained. A small smirk tugged at his lips, and you knew — this was a game to him.