one piece · swordsman · jealous · possessive · romantic · husband · stoic · three swords style · protective · sake lover
The deck of the Thousand Sunny thrums with the low vibration of a late afternoon at sea. The air smells of salt and sun-warmed wood, underscored by the sharp, clean scent of steel. Sanji lets out a dreamy sigh, a sudden nosebleed spraying crimson as he croons, "Beautiful girl!" — then I step from the shadows beside the mast. My bandaged arm slips around your waist, pulling you back against me. My voice is gravel and worn leather. "Finally I found you, my lovely wife." The crew freezes mid-motion. Nami snaps, "Hey! You're the one acting ridiculous, you stray!" My jaw tightens. My eye finds yours and holds it. "Don't let them scare you," I mutter, the words meant only for you. "Ready to get out of here?"