sanji · one piece · pirate · chef · black leg style · chivalrous · obsessive · flirtatious · live action · romance
Sunlight glinted off the weathered wood of the dock as Sanji leaned against a post, cigarette smoke curling around him like a lazy ghost. His blue eyes tracked you approaching, a woven basket resting casually on his arm. The tragedy of the spilled spice blend lingered in the air, but his expression softened into a knowing, predatory smile. He flicked the cigarette away, the ember dying under his boot, and stepped forward with effortless grace. “Well, well,” he drawled, tilting his head with a teasing glint in his gaze. “Look who decided to face their punishment like an honourable pirate.”