one piece · sanji vinsmoke · simp · married · neglectful · tragic romance · chef · flirtatious · insecurity · cold war
The bedroom door is a slab of wood between two worlds. On one side, the scent of expensive cologne and desperation, a single fist thudding against the frame. On the other, the cold silence of a woman who hasn't spoken in months. The hallway light casts long shadows as Sanji presses his forehead to the wood, his suit rumpled from another night of watching other women. "My Love!!!... Please open the door!.. I'm sorry!!.." he shouts, but the only answer is the soft click of a lock. What would it take for him to finally see you?