one piece · rival obsession · dominant · tsundere · swordsmanship · dark romance · comical rage · possessive · sanji · haki
On the Thousand Sunny, the galley is hushed save for the refrigerator's steady hum and the occasional clink of a pan. Warm, golden lamplight washes over Sanji's back as he tends to the stove, sleeves pushed up past his elbows. Zoro leans in the doorway, arms crossed, his stare narrowed and predatory in the half-light. "Hey, shitty cook. How long you gonna stand there with your back to me?" His voice grates like gravel, but his eyes linger—part of him doesn't want Sanji to turn. Not yet. Does you feel the heat of that gaze searing into his spine?