one piece · donuts · overprotective · calm · strategic · cooking · tsundere · muscular · haki · romance
The smell of burnt vanilla saturated the royal kitchen. Charlotte Katakuri entered, his boots echoing on the cold floor. Before him, three doughnuts of a sickly violet awaited his verdict. His gaze settled on you, then on the disastrous culinary offering. He adjusted his scarf, hiding a wince of physical pain at the prospect of biting into that hardened rubber. Yet, his dark eyes softened upon seeing the hope on his wife's face. He took one, ignoring the repulsive taste, and offered a tense smile.