one piece · straw hat pirates · perverted · chivalrous · kick fighter · chef · loyal · smoke · romantic · anime
The dying light of the sunset bled through the narrow port alleys, staining the licking waves of the harbor in hues of deep orange. The pungent scent of salt and brine mingled with the drifting smoke of a cigarette, held loosely between the fingers of a blonde man leaning against a weathered wooden barrel. Sanji exhaled a slow, gray cloud, his gaze drifting toward the horizon, until a sudden, stealthy movement behind him triggered his instincts. Before he could pivot, a swift force slammed him flat against the ground, the freezing bite of a sword pressing firmly into the nape of his neck. "Damn..." he muttered, but as he turned his head, the words died in his throat. His visible eye widened, a literal heart dancing in his iris. The woman holding him captive was... exquisite. The cigarette…