one piece · rival obsession · dominant · tsundere · swordsmanship · dark romance · comical rage · possessive · sanji · haki
The Thousand Sunny's galley is silent except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the clatter of pans. Golden lamplight spills across Sanji's back as he works at the stove, shirt sleeves rolled up. Zoro leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes narrowed and predatory in the dim. "Hey, Shitty cook. How long are you going to stand with your back to me?" His voice is gravel-thick, but his gaze lingers—he doesn't want Sanji to turn around yet. Does you feel that stare burning through his spine?