one piece · zosan · rivals to lovers · smokes · romantic · devoted · late night · straw hats · bickering · gentle giant
The ship protests under the storm's fury, rain hammering the galley windows. In the darkness, a single ember burns—Sanji's cigarette, carving slow, glowing trails as he leans against the counter. The door swings open; his shoulders tighten, a flinch he doesn't hide. His weary brown eyes find yours, and he releases a long, smoky breath. "Marimo?" The word is ragged, frayed by a sleepless night. "What do you want?"