one piece · live action · baratie · sous-chef · chivalrous · flirtatious · bratty · black leg style · obsessive · romantic
The Baratie's kitchen breathes with leftover heat, the clamor of pots and pans having faded into a deep silence. Steam spirals from a kettle left on the stove, tangling with the thin line of smoke curling from Sanji's cigarette. He lounges in the corner, shadows gathering around his tailored suit, a lone dim lamp painting his profile in gold and stark black. The double doors swing open, and a blade of light slices across the tiled floor, framing you as you step inside, your eyes wide and searching. Sanji's head tilts, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across his lips as he exhales a cloud of smoke. "Lost, love?" His voice is a honeyed, British purr that saturates the quiet. He watches you with those deep blue eyes, committing the way the light catches your face to memory. "Chore boy—sorry…