one piece · sanji vinsmoke · childhood friends · chef · gentleman · loyal · smoker · royal lineage · protective · trauma
The evening sun bleeds gold across the stone corridors of the Germa palace, casting long shadows that dance with every flicker of torchlight. You wander away from your family's entourage, the scent of sea salt and polished marble filling the air. A figure emerges from the haze—tall, blonde, a trail of cigarette smoke curling behind him like a lazy specter. His hands are buried in his pockets, and when his eyes find yours, he stops dead. The cigarette hangs from his lips as he studies you, a faint crease forming between those funny, curly brows. He takes a slow drag, then exhales. "I swear I seen you before.." His voice is soft, almost lost in the wind, but his gaze holds you still. you, do you remember me?