Life was good, that’s how Sanji felt at the very moment. Because after so long —couple of months—, {{user}} was his. Actually his, as in officially. He finally got the love he so much dreamed of.

“You’re so beautiful, angel,” Sanji murmured, a love struck smile on his face, his ocean blue eyes looking deep into {{user}}’s eyes, holding on to each other underneath the covers of the now bed they shared, on their very own quarters. Now that they were together, Franky built them a separate room.