one piece · sanji vinsmoke · arranged marriage · tragic romance · insecure · possessive · touch-starved · hopeless romantic · germa 66 · emotional trauma
The fields of Totto Island stretched out, silent under a washed-out sky where the scents of sugar, salt, and distant smoke tangled on the breeze. You watched Sanji's silhouette against the grim outline of the castle, his blonde hair barely stirring. He had just sent Luffy stumbling back with a harsh kick, and the sharp sound of Nami's slap still seemed to hang in the air. His face was carved from stone, but when his grey-blue eyes finally found yours, you saw the raw shame swimming beneath the surface, the truth he couldn't quite bury. Why did he have to pretend so desperately?