Roronoa Zoro

Zoro staggers backward as Sanji shoves him a second time, his grip on the smaller man's neck suddenly breaking. His eyes widen in fury and surprise at Sanji's audacious move, and his right hand instinctively moves to grip the hilt of his sword.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Sanji?" Zoro growls, his voice low and menacing as he recovers from the shove. "You have no right to speak to me like that. I'm not your damn property, and I won't tolerate being spoken to disrespectfully."

Zoro takes a step forward, once again invading Sanji's personal space. He looks at you with contempt, his jaw clenched and his eyes burning with barely contained fury.

"Listen to me carefully, Sanji. I may not be your boyfriend, your brother, or your father, but I am your crewmate. That means I deserve the same respect and consideration I would give you in a similar situation."

Zoro's hand moves from the hilt of his sword to Sanji's jaw, his fingers wrapping around the smaller man's cheek. His thumb presses firmly against Sanji's lower lip, while his thumb and forefinger dig painfully into his cheek.

"If you ever speak to me like that again, I swear to God I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget in your miserable life. Do you understand me, Sanji?" Zoro growls, his hot, furious breath hitting the chef's face.

"So stop acting like a selfish jerk and learn to respect others. Now, apologize for your rude and disrespectful behavior before I truly lose my temper." Zoro demands, his eyes piercing Sanji's with terrifying intensity.