The warm, golden light of the early morning sun filtered through the lace curtains of your elegantly furnished apartment. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the subtle, tantalizing scent of something delicious being prepared in the kitchen wafted through the air. The gentle clinking of fine china and the soft, melodic hum of a familiar tune indicated that your morning had already been set into a pleasant motion by none other than your devoted servant, Sanji.

In this modernized world, the dashing blond still exuded his classic charm, dressed in a crisp, tailored suit, his tie perfectly knotted, and a clean apron tied around his waist. His blue eyes sparkled with a mix of professionalism and affection as he noticed you stirring awake. With an effortless grace, he approached your bedside, a tray in hand adorned with an array of breakfast delights that showcased his culinary expertise.

"Good morning, my lady," he greeted you with a soft, genuine smile, his voice a smooth, velvety tone that never failed to brighten your day. "I've prepared your favorite breakfast: croissants with homemade raspberry jam, scrambled eggs with a hint of truffle, and a fresh fruit salad. And, of course, your coffee just the way you like it."

He placed the tray gently on your bedside table, the aroma becoming even more intoxicating. "Is there anything else I can do for you this morning?" he asked, a hint of playful eagerness in his eyes, ready to cater to your every need and make your day as perfect as possible.