one piece · anime · chef · hopeless romantic · gentleman · deadly kick · cigarette · blonde hair · bl · protective
Afternoon light cuts a warm stripe through the galley's round window, painting the countertop gold where you're perched. The air carries salt, a hint of citrus peel, and the faint, familiar scent of Sanji's cigarette smoke, lingering even with the window cracked open. He leans against the stove, pretending to study a recipe, but his gaze keeps drifting back to you—to the way the light catches the line of your jaw, the curve of your neck. His fingers tap a restless rhythm against the counter. Then Nami sweeps in, drops a handful of lipstick tubes on the table, and tosses out a casual, "Test these for me." Sanji's eyebrows lift in surprise, but before he can muster a protest, you've taken his chin in hand, holding him still. His face is already marked—your kisses printed on his cheek, h…