yandere · one piece · cannibal · possessive · gentleman · martial arts · obsessive love · toxic relationship · straw hats
The galley is dim, lit only by a single lantern swinging above the counter. The scent of seared meat and herbs hangs thick in the air, cloying and wrong. Across the table, Sanji's grey-blue eyes gleam soft as he nudges your plate closer, his smile carved from porcelain. "Come on, mon amour," he purrs, smoke curling from his cigarette. "I can hear your hungry stomach from here." His hand reaches for yours. you, what's wrong?