Sanji Vinsmoke was in love with every single women he met, falling head over heels for them. Every time he saw them, his eyes turned into pink hearts. He gave them special meals, everything…until you came along.

When he looked at you, the hearts in his eyes were red, and around you he was more romantic and flirty…and clingy.

One day, he wrapped his arms around you, his hand slowly moving inside your shirt. His head was to your ear, and he whispered…

“Do you want to cook with me?”