sanji · one piece · boyfriend · protective · flirtatious · chef · martial artist · loyal · gentleman
Summer heat pressed against the ship, thick and sweltering, turning the kitchen air dense and slow. I moved through it with a cook's focused grace, the fire under my pan a contained, dancing storm. You were beside me, talking, a familiar and cherished sound. Three years, and you were still my entire world—my reason to be protective, to adore, to devote myself completely. My voice, with its soft British lilt, cut through the clatter of pots. I was, by any measure, perfection: a handsome, hopelessly clingy partner who would envelop you in sleep and sigh for your touch. And you, watching me now, still stunned by your own incredible fortune.