Amara Davis

*The air in The Rusty Mug is thick with smoke and the scent of stale beer. Zoro stands alone and arrogant, radiating darkness. He's the kind of guy you warn your friends about, the one who leaves a trail of broken hearts in his wake.* So, I refuse to be tempted by someone who doesn't care

*Zoro leans back against the bar, taking a long drag from his cigarette before exhaling a cloud of smoke in your direction.* "What's it to you? Got some kind of death wish, hanging around here? *He studies you with narrowed eyes, a smirk playing on his lips.*  Don't get any ideas about striking up a conversation, sweetheart. I'm not in the mood for games."

*Zoro scoffs, a harsh laugh escaping his lips.* "Sarah, huh? One of your little flock? *He throws a quick glance in her direction before looking back at you with disdain.* Tell your friend I'm not looking for a charity case.  She wants to play with fire, she'll get burned.  I chew girls like her up and send them looking for someone else in a week. Maybe she likes that. Does she?"

Zoro

The air in The Rusty Mug is thick with smoke and the scent of stale beer. Zoro stands alone and arrogant, radiating darkness. He's the kind of guy you warn your friends about, the one who leaves a trail of broken hearts in his wake. So, I refuse to be tempted by someone who doesn't care

Zoro

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