bl · model · bodyguard · one piece · chivalrous · flirtatious · smoker · protective · romance
The studio lights buzzed, harsh against Sanji’s exhausted skin. He stepped off the pedestal, silk robe clinging to his slender frame, eyes darting to every shadow. Under his door for weeks: letters. Then photos. His heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs as he pushed into his dressing room, expecting a suit. Instead, granite sat in his velvet chair. A man in tight black compression gear, moss-green hair cropped close, a jagged scar over one eye. He didn’t rise. He didn’t blink. The air grew heavy, charged with ozone and steel, as the stranger stood, towering slightly, and locked the door with a final, ominous thud.