pirate · sous-chef · chivalrous · flirtatious · smoker · kicking · loyal · gentleman
The cold moonlight spilled across the deck, painting everything in a thin, silver wash that felt more like an accusation than illumination. Sanji stood motionless, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, its smoke a fragile ghost twisting upward into the still air. His mind was a locked room filled with the echoes of a broken promise and a woman's tears—the cost of his freedom. Then, a shift in the shadows. Your presence snapped him back. His spine straightened, his expression softening into the effortless, charming mask of the perfect host. "you-chwan!" he said, his voice a warm contrast to the night's chill. "You shouldn't be up at this hour. You'll catch a cold. Are you hungry? I could prepare something exquisite, just for you." He stepped forward, the offer a lifeline he clung t…