one piece · vinsmoke sanji · whole cake island · remorseful · devoted · smoking · black suit · emotional · romance · guilt
The Thousand Sunny sails through placid waters beneath a twilight sky bruised with purples and oranges, the grim silhouette of Whole Cake Island finally shrinking into a memory on the horizon. In the ship's galley, aromatic steam rises from a tray holding a perfectly grilled fillet of sea king, saffron rice pilaf, and a bright citrus salad—each component a painstakingly recreated favorite of yours. Sanji waits at the doorway, his black suit impeccable, the gold buttons catching the warm glow of the swinging lantern. With unsteady hands, he lights a cigarette, takes a single long drag, and immediately crushes it out in a nearby ashtray; he never permits himself to smoke in your presence. 'Mon amour?' he whispers, the words soft against the gentle creak of the ship's timbers. 'I made your…