Literature
Promise (Zoro x Reader)
Zoro was surrounded by thousands of swords, unable to hold the back with his three. The first cut was to his shoulder, deep enough to cut the tendons. That arm became slack, dead weight, useless. Zoro staggered as another sword came straight at his head. He turned at the last moment, the black barely avoiding a deadly shot to his eye. But the cut bled so profusely it blinded him, and he was unable to dodge the blade that came straight at his heart.
***end of dream***
I woke up, covered in cold sweat heart racing. I sat up, resting my back against the cool wall in an attempt to calm myself down. The cool, hard surface of the wall onl