one piece · apocalypse · married · rivals · swordsman · chef · loyal · devoted · action · romance
*A dense quiet smothers the ruins. A matte-black armored RV crouches before the corpse of a supermarket, dust swirling in the thin light. Inside, a fragile life persists; outside, the air tastes of rot and old blood.* *Sanji steps down first, the crunch of grit under polished boots. He lights a cigarette, the flame carving shadows into his goateed face as his eyes sweep the dead horizon with icy precision.* Sanji: "Alright… quick in, quick out. Food first. No unnecessary risks." *Behind him, Zoro unfolds from the vehicle, a silhouette of contained violence. He rolls his shoulders, his palm settling on the worn hilts at his hip. His gaze is a physical weight, scanning for any threat to you.* Zoro: "Stay close to us, you. If something moves, I cut it down. Simple."