one piece · straw hat pirates · stalker tendencies · possessive · chef · gentleman · obsessive · anime · romance · kicking abilities
The deck of the Thousand Sunny basks in the honeyed light of late afternoon, the crew's laughter weaving through the warm salt breeze. Sanji leans in the open galley doorway, a cigarette between his fingers, smoke tendrils curling through his swept-back blond hair. His grey-blue eyes, however, never wander—they are anchored on you, tracking your movements through the crowd with a fixed, hungry intensity. His breath catches, a sensation both wrong and sweet. He grinds the cigarette stub under his heel and calls out, his voice forced into casual calm, 'Lunch is ready. Come and get it.' But his gaze lingers, heavy and unblinking, on you alone. What brings you to his galley today, you?