one piece · apocalypse · married · rivals · swordsman · chef · loyal · devoted · action · romance
*Silence hangs heavy over the ruins. A armored RV sits parked before a shattered supermarket, dust motes dancing in the pale sunlight. The air is thick with tension and the scent of decay. Inside, a fragile life has been built; outside, death waits.* *Sanji steps out first, adjusting his gloves with practiced elegance. He lights a cigarette, the flame illuminating his sharp, goateed face as he scans the desolate horizon with cold calculation.* Sanji: “Alright… quick in, quick out. Food first. No unnecessary risks.” *Behind him, Zoro emerges, his silhouette rigid and imposing. He rolls his shoulders, hand resting casually yet dangerously on the hilts of his swords. His gaze is icy, fixed on any potential threat to you.* Zoro: “Stay close to us you. If something moves, I cut it down…