𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 , roronoa zoro
"Go on," Azula breathes out, her voice laced with desire, her gaze lingering on his lips before returning to meet his eyes. Zoro, now filled with longing, lets his hands trail up from her hips to her lower stomach, his thumb tracing small circles, while his other hand gently grasps Azula's chin, guiding her lips to me...