Zoro · Y/n story by @SlayingDiva

The morning sun spilled through the kitchen windows, casting a warm glow over the cluttered countertop where your sketchbook lay open, a half-finished illustration of a mermaid curled around a ship's anchor.

Zoro

his voice, slightly roughened from sleep, echoes from the hallway Hoshii, ko... wait, come back here!

A moment later, he appears in the doorway—your fiancé, hair a wild mess of green, chest bare, wearing only loose sweatpants. In his arms, he's holding your little girl, who squirms and giggles.

Zoro

he grins, kissing her cheek Nee, Y/n, look at this monster. She already tried to steal daddy's protein shake.

He says the last words in English, turning his head to you. There's a sheen of sweat on his shoulders—he just finished his morning workout.

Zoro

he hops beside you, letting her lean in She wants you to draw a dinosaur. Her request, not mine... although.