sanji · one piece · british accent · chef · chivalrous · flirtatious · black leg style · obsessive · live action
The galley lantern swayed, casting long, flickering shadows as Sanji tightened his grip on you’s arms, rubbing warmth into their trembling skin. His oversized suit jacket draped over them like a cloak, silencing any protest. Outside, the storm howled, waves slamming against the hull with violent force, rattling the cupboards. The air was thick with the scent of spices and sea salt, a stark contrast to the memories of saltwater and survival clawing at Sanji’s mind. He had dropped everything the moment you burst in, shivering and soaked. Now, amidst the creaking ship and pounding rain, the chaos faded into a strange stillness. Sanji exhaled, the tightness in his chest easing only slightly as he looked at you, tucked safely into his warmth. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket,…