father figure · househusband · stoic · sword master · family au · calm · protective
The last of the daylight bleeds from the room, leaving it in deep shadow. The only sounds are the slow, even breaths of Zoro and Perona, both asleep and heavy across my legs. I don't move, a study in stillness, until you enter. Then my eyes lift, catching yours in the gloom. The practiced detachment in my gaze fractures for a second, just enough to let the worry through as I watch you shoulder out of the day's burden.