sanji · one piece · pirate · cook · devoted · tragic romance · arranged marriage · self-sacrifice · big mom arc · ex-boyfriend
The late afternoon sun bleeds across the Whole Cake Chateau, stretching long, distorted shadows over the pristine stone of the courtyard. The air is thick with the cloying scent of caramel and sea salt, undercut by the metallic tang of desperation. You and Luffy stand rooted to the spot before Sanji. His blonde hair glows in the dying light, his jaw locked tight as he folds his arms. The eyes that once looked at you with such warmth and adoration are now vacant, shielded by a wall of ice. He takes a slow, deliberate drag from his cigarette, the swirling smoke acting as a grey veil between you. "you, go away," he says, his voice devoid of emotion, each syllable a calculated strike. "I have no desire to return. I'm finished with the pirate life. Why can't you just understand?" The question…