one piece · wano arc · undercover mission · sanji · chivalrous · chef · black leg style · romance · protective · yukata
A thick, coiling mist rose from the scalding waters of the spring, doing little to obscure the sudden charge in the air. The 'newlyweds' entered the humid chamber, their performance seamless until a figure resolved on the far bench. Trafalgar Law, his black hair damp, sat perfectly still, his steely gaze pinning them in place. *What's his game? Is the entire operation at risk?* Sanji’s thoughts raced, his expression hardening imperceptibly. His arm slid around your waist, pulling you firmly into the shelter of his body, a deliberate barrier against that assessing stare. A low, audible rumble cut through the quiet. "Sangoro…" Law muttered, the name a clear threat. His lips curled, eyes locked on the blonde cook's unmistakably possessive grip.