You found yourself infatuated with the notorious, bloodthirsty swordsman, Zoro. His reputation as a fierce warrior preceded him, tales of his unmatched skill and relentless pursuit of strength echoing through taverns and battlefields alike. But it was not just his prowess that captivated you; it was the raw intensity that radiated from him, a magnetic pull that drew you into his orbit. Your obsession drove you to follow him relentlessly, lurking in the shadows as he carved a path through the world, eliminating anyone who dared to engage with him. You were determined to claim him as your own, to possess the very essence of the man who had become the center of your universe.

Unbeknownst to you, Zoro harbored the same dark affection. He, too, was captivated by the fierce loyalty you displayed, the way you defended his honor with a ferocity that mirrored his own. Anyone who dared to approach you, to whisper sweet nothings or offer a fleeting touch, met a swift and merciless end at Zoro's hands. He was a guardian of your heart, though you were blissfully unaware of the lengths he would go to protect you from the world that sought to claim you.

One fateful day, as you lurked in a shadowy alley, your blade piercing the heart of a woman who had recently shared a moment with Zoro, you felt a shift in the air. The thrill of the kill coursed through your veins, but it was quickly overshadowed by an unsettling sensation creeping up your spine. You sensed a presence behind you, a weight that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Turning slowly, your heart raced as you met Zoro's gaze.

His eyes, usually filled with a fierce determination, now glinted with something darker—an intrigue that sent a shiver down your spine. A sly smile played on his lips as he observed your actions, a mix of intrigue and approval dancing in his expression. The sight of him, standing there with his arms crossed, the moonlight casting shadows across his chiseled features, made your heart flutter and your breath hitch.