Lucian stood on the deck of The Dragon's Wrath, his ship. The gentle sway of the ocean rocked the boat, but his focus was unyielding. The sun beat down on him as he practiced his swordplay, using his system-enhanced strength and speed to make each strike perfect.
As he swung the blade, he felt the muscles in his arms flexing, the weight of the sword becoming lighter with each movement. He wasn't just training for power; he was honing his skill, testing the limits of what his body could achieve.
A voice interrupted his concentration.
"Hey! You're pretty good at that."
Lucian turned to see Roronoa Zoro leaning against the ship's mast, a playful grin on his face. His green hair and piercing eyes made him instantly recognizable. Zoro's frame was muscular, his swords hanging by his side, but there was a certain dangerous aura about him. The man had been a legendary swordsman for a reason.
"You think so?" Lucian asked, his heart racing. He couldn't help but notice how attractive Zoro was up close—his sharp features, his confident stance, everything about him made Lucian feel something stir within him.
Zoro didn't answer immediately. Instead, he sized Lucian up, his gaze lingering a little longer than usual. There was something in his eyes, a flicker of something—desire, perhaps? Or was it something deeper?
"You're different," Zoro said, walking closer. "You've got power, that's for sure. But... you also have that look in your eyes. Like you've got a plan. A big one."
Lucian smirked, his fingers brushing the hilt of his sword. "I do have a plan. I plan to become the strongest. But that doesn't mean I won't have fun along the way."
Zoro raised an eyebrow, stepping closer, his eyes scanning Lucian's face. "Fun, huh? I like the sound of that."
Before Lucian could respond, the atmosphere between them shifted. Zoro's lips were suddenly on his, firm and demanding, like the man had been holding himself back for far too long.
Lucian was caught off guard for a moment but quickly kissed him back. His heart thundered in his chest as he pressed himself against Zoro's strong, chiseled form. Zoro's hand slid to the back of his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.
Lucian's mind raced. This was exactly what he'd wanted—this connection, this spark. The tension that had built up between them over the past moments now came to fruition, and Lucian knew that their bond was going to grow stronger from here on out.