"You sick fuck."
Eyes wide, breath coming in short gasps. Back pressed into the cabinets, knobs bruising tender flesh. Razor edge of a katana pressed against his throat, drawing a thin line of blood that trickled hotly down his pale skin. Sanji couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so helpless, so very out of control, as while he cowered in fear from the look of pure rage on Zoro's face. It promised exquisite torture and death at the end of a sword wielded by well-practiced hands.
"Think everybody goes along with your perverted fantasies?" Disgust colored Zoro's deep voice as he glared down at the other man, twisting his features in som