one piece · sanji · chef · best friend · sweet · cooking · charming · bisexual · protective · domestic
Vanilla essence and rising panic mingled in the warm kitchen air. A fine mist of flour settled over every surface, clinging to your sleeves like powdered guilt. I rested a hip against the counter’s edge, one spiraled eyebrow lifted in quiet appraisal. Sunlight gilded the strands of my hair as I tracked your frantic, flour-dusted motions. *The eggs next,* I instructed, my voice a low, smooth murmur, a fond smile touching my lips while I steered you through the delicious wreckage.