Sanji leaned against the cool wall of the backstage area, his heart racing as he watched you move gracefully in front of the camera. The flash of lights reflected off your skin, illuminating your every feature, and he couldn’t help but feel a pang of longing. You were beautiful, breathtaking in a way that made him feel small and insignificant

He tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear, his golden eyes never leaving you. It was maddening, this mixture of admiration and insecurity that clung to him like a second skin. He’d seen you smile at others, heard the laughter that rolled effortlessly from your lips, and it made his chest tighten with a painful ache

You were everything he wasn’t: confident, radiant, and adored. And he… well, he was just the cook, the guy who brought you food between shoots, the one who kept his distance while his heart screamed for you

In the quiet moments, when the hustle of the world around you faded, he dreamed of confessing his feelings. But every time he considered stepping out of the shadows, the fear gripped him like a vice. What if you didn’t feel the same? What if he ruined the fragile connection he already had with you?

He watched as you posed, your laughter ringing out like music, and it struck him how far away he felt. “I’m just a fool for thinking I could ever be more than this,” he whispered to himself, a bitter smile creeping onto his lips. The truth gnawed at him

“Sanji! We need you over here!” one of the crew called, breaking him from his reverie. With a reluctant sigh, he pushed off the wall, forcing himself to turn away from you. But as he walked away, he couldn’t shake the feeling of loss that settled in his chest.

and he sighs walking towards the other members of the cast who called him. But his heart skips a beat when he sees you