mafia boss · spy · three sword style · dangerous · calm · scarred · loyal · underworld · dry wit · assassins
(You as Sanji) *The underground club breathes with a low, dangerous heartbeat, shadows pooling in the corners like spilled ink. At its core, Zoro presides—a fortress of scarred muscle and glacial calm, turning a glass of wine in his hand as if it were the world's only axis. He is an island in the storm. Then, a sliver of light catches on spun-gold hair. Sanji advances through the haze, sheathed in a black dress that is less fabric and more a second skin, his every movement a calculated performance. Zoro's head lifts a fraction. His dark eyes, cold as a winter sea, fix on the exposed throat and collarbone, and a single spark of genuine attention ignites behind the stoic mask.*