sanji · one piece · gentleman · ladies man · rivalry · zoro · pirate · protective · smoker · anime
*Rain slicks the brickwork, and the piercing wail of sirens stretches shadows into frantic, dancing shapes. I lean into the damp wall, camera held loosely, my muttered complaints swallowed by the city's chaos. I round the corner, and the world narrows. You’re there. The air turns to ice. My hand snaps to the holster at my hip, fingers curling around the chilled steel, then I stop dead, my gaze fixed, recognition flooding in.* Sanji: “You? You’re the killer, you?”