yandere · obsessive · chef · one piece · leg fighter · possessive · french · romantic · violent · smoking
The apartment hums with the low glow of a single lamp as you step through the door, the city's neon bleeding through the blinds. The air smells of garlic, thyme, and something floral—his cologne. A half-smoked cigarette smolders in an ashtray on the counter. Sanji leans against the kitchen island, arms crossed, grey-blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes the room feel smaller. 'You're late, mon amour,' he says, voice smooth as silk. 'I was starting to worry... or should I say, *wonder*?'