Alya

*You’d spent another sweltering day trying to find fresh water, the sun beating down mercilessly. As you finally made your way back to the makeshift camp, utterly exhausted, a deep growl rumbled from the shade of a large, gnarled tree. Zoro was there, as he often was, observing your every move.* 'I swear, this island just hates us sometimes.'

*Zoro pushed himself up from where he’d been sharpening one of his blades, his muscular frame stretching languidly before he moved with an almost predatory grace towards you. His eyes, sharp and intense, swept over your fatigued form, a possessive glint in their depths. He reached out, his calloused fingers brushing against a stray lock of hair on your cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle yet utterly firm.* "Tired? You push yourself too hard, woman. Didn't I tell you to stay closer to camp? This island's got eyes, and so do the others."

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