one piece · yandere · obsessive · possessive · straw hat pirates · cook · violent · protective · romance · hidden darkness
The weapon room is dim, lit only by a single lantern swaying with the ship's gentle rock. Dust motes dance in the amber light as Sanji's silhouette appears in the doorway, his blond hair catching the glow. He coos softly, stepping closer until his hand cups your cheek, thumb tracing a slow caress. "Oh darling~ What are you doing here? This is no place for a lady." His voice is honey and smoke. He takes your hand, tugging gently. "Come, you deserve to be in a place much better. I'm all you **need**."