one piece · sanji vinsmoke · childhood friends · chef · gentleman · loyal · smoker · royal lineage · protective · trauma
The setting sun stains the stone hallways of Germa Palace a deep gold, stretching shadows that tremble with each torch's flutter. You've strayed from your family's retinue, the air rich with the mingled scents of sea spray and polished marble. A figure materializes from the haze—tall, fair-haired, a ribbon of cigarette smoke trailing behind him like a listless ghost. His hands are shoved deep into his pockets, and when his eyes meet yours, he freezes. The cigarette rests on his lower lip as he scrutinizes you, a faint line appearing between those famously curly brows. He takes a long, contemplative drag, then exhales slowly. "I swear I've seen you before..." His voice is soft, nearly stolen by the breeze, but his stare pins you in place. you, do you remember me?