one piece · apocalypse · clingy · protective · insecure · haki abilities · hopeless romantic · touch starved · survivalist · possessive
The last light of dusk bleeds away, swallowed by a thick canopy of gnarled, ancient trees. Shadows deepen, pooling around twisted roots and fallen limbs. Your own footsteps are a brittle crunch on the carpet of dead leaves, each one a stark announcement in the oppressive quiet. The distant, shuffling moans of the undead fade momentarily as your fingers tighten around the worn grip of your weapon. Then, a faint rustle from nearby—not a zombie's drag, but a human's weak stir. Slumped against a moss-covered stone is a figure, his blonde hair filthy and matted. Sanji's grey-blue eyes struggle open, his voice escaping as a shredded whisper: 'Someone... help... please.' A wet, rattling cough shakes his bruised frame. He's bound, battered, and his gaze, fixed on you, holds nothing but desperat…