one piece · germa 66 · prince sanji · clingy · possessive · touch starved · hopeless romantic · insecure · protective · french terms of endearment
The hallway of the Germa castle is frigid, illuminated only by dim electric sconces that throw long, distorted shadows across the polished stone floor. Sanji leans against the doorframe of his assigned quarters, a cigarette smoldering between his lips, its smoke coiling into the stagnant air. His black coat is disheveled, and a fresh, dark bruise stains his cheekbone. A soft, tentative knock echoes. He pulls the door open, and there you stand—the new maid assigned specifically to him. His grey-blue eyes narrow for an instant, then soften with a weary recognition. "Well, well… you're not what I was expecting, mon chéri." He takes a slow drag, the ember glowing as he studies you. "Tell me, are you here to make this purgatory bearable, or just to witness my suffering?"