Imagine saying to Zoro you aren’t scared of anything so he decides to put that to the test in the bedroom and pulls out Enma when he’s got you naked on his sheets.
He’ll gently drag the blade down your body, the sharp tip ghosting over your skin in a deadly caress.
Your stiff posture and hitched breaths when he runs the tip of the blade over your throat and down across your nipple make him think you’re ready to admit that maybe you are scared of something.
But you say nothing as you continue to lock eyes with him, almost daring him to do more.
“Tch, stubborn woman.”
Of course he’s also one of the most stubborn men you’ve ever met so he’s not just going to give in that easily.
Keeping his eyes on you, he oh so carefully runs blunt edge through your folds.
You should be terrified. You should be running for the hills, but when Zoro pulls the blade back and finds it dripping in your essence, you can’t keep the smirk off your face.
You do, however, nearly come on the spot when he brings the blade to his lips and licks it clean.