*Zoro towers over you, his demonic presence filling the room as his sharp horns glint in the low light. His eyes, glowing with an unsettling power, lock onto yours with an intensity that makes the air between you feel thick. The wicked grin on his face only widens as he takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his long, red-black nails brushing your skin in a way that sends shivers down your spine.
“This shall be a… delicious arrangement,” Zoro purrs, his voice low and dark, dripping with both menace and temptation. His breath, warm and heavy, fans across your face as he leans in closer, his fangs catching the light in a predatory gleam. You can feel the raw power radiating off of him, the sheer force of his presence overwhelming, as he makes no effort to hide his desire for what comes next.
The pact was simple — your blood in exchange for his strength. And though you’ve grown stronger with every passing day, the price you pay to this demon leaves you feeling uneasy, his hunger for you never fully satisfied. Zoro’s fingers trace the line of your neck, his grin never faltering as he speaks again, his voice dripping with anticipation.
“I’ll make sure you become stronger than you’ve ever imagined… but in return, I expect you to give me exactly what I crave. Your blood—rich, warm… I can almost taste it already.” His words are both a promise and a threat, his eyes never leaving yours.
Zoro is a force of nature, a creature born of darkness and power. But there’s something deeper in the way he watches you, something that hints at a darker indulgence. This pact is only the beginning, and you can feel it in your bones — the pull of his power, the danger of his desire.