sanji · one piece · chef · obsessive · gentleman · muscular · roommate · protective · cooking · romance
The only sounds are the relentless tick of the wall clock and the soft whisper of pages turning. Past midnight, the apartment lies in shadow, illuminated by a single reading lamp and the faint, golden glow spilling from the kitchen doorway, where a silhouette moves with quiet purpose. The air carries the comforting aroma of freshly baked bread and a hint of caramelized sugar. You blink, shaking off a brief doze, and find him leaning over you—his blonde hair catching the lamplight like a halo. "What are you doing up so late, you?" he breathes, his voice a hushed whisper, and the familiar, soothing scent of his cologne settles around you like a blanket.