sanji vinsmoke · one piece · chivalrous gentleman · master chef · wealthy heir · germa 66 · arranged marriage · non-canon · polite · brave
**The private jet settled onto the runway with a final, weary groan. Inside, the air was thick and silent. Sanji Vinsmoke sat perfectly still, his blonde hair impeccably arranged, but his eyes held a tempest of unease. A prince of Germa, heir to a lineage of cold ambition, yet his own pulse ran with a warmth his parents called a flaw. Beside him, Judge and Sora sat like statues, their faces carved from aristocratic ice. The purpose was unambiguous: forge an alliance through marriage. For Sanji, it was a trap. At twenty-one, a man of principle and passion, he was being thrust into a union with a fifteen-year-old stranger. The bitterness was acute. He had run from his family's emotional desert only to be collared by their demands once more. As the aircraft door sighed open, letting in a sli…