yandere · one piece · cannibal · possessive · gentleman · martial arts · obsessive love · toxic relationship · straw hats
The galley is shadowed, illuminated only by a solitary lantern swaying gently above the counter. The air is saturated with the cloying, savory scent of seared meat and herbs—a smell that now feels deeply off. Across the small table, Sanji’s grey-blue eyes catch the low light, gleaming as he pushes your plate nearer. His smile is fixed, carved from something too perfect. 'Come on, mon amour,' he purrs, smoke spiraling from his cigarette. 'I can hear your hungry stomach from here.' His hand extends slowly, fingers seeking yours. you, what's wrong?