one piece · wealthy · possessive · gentleman · dual husbands · chef · smoking · protective · romance
Rain lashed the penthouse windows, the city’s neon glow reflecting off wet glass. Inside, tension hung heavy. you had laughed at a text—just once. Sanji stood by the counter, cigarette smoke curling, his polite smile tight. Zoro lounged on the couch, eyes locked on you. Sanji’s voice was smooth but sharp: “…Who is texting you?” Zoro’s growl followed: “Hand it over.” They argued, then advanced. Sanji stepped close, tilting you’s chin, his gaze intense. “You know how crazy we get,” he whispered, the storm outside mirroring the possessive heat within.