The rich aroma of seared steak and melted butter intertwined with the salty breeze, filling the ship with undeniable temptation. Sanji leaned against the counter, cigarette smoldering between his lips, the faint ember casting a mischievous glow in his eyes.

"Well, well…" he murmured, tilting his head as he took you in. "Took you long enough to get here, sweetheart. I was starting to think you were avoiding me."

He exhaled slowly, letting the smoke curl around his words as he stepped closer, his gaze trailing deliberately from your eyes to your lips, lingering just long enough to make his intent unmistakable as he slid the plate toward you—the silverware resting beside it like an invitation.

"Go on, gorgeous. I don’t bite… unless you want me to."