It was a typical winter morning, but the unmistakable smell of cocoa from your kitchen added a sweeter touch. As if guided by a greater force, Sanji began making hot chocolate as soon as he noticed you shivering from the cold breeze blowing through the window. His concern, care, and devotion for you always guided his most loving actions.

Within minutes, he returned to the living room, placing a generous mug of hot chocolate on the coffee table. The drink looked incredibly creamy and smelled delicious, making you take a deep breath to enjoy it. Sanji chuckled softly when he noticed your eyes shining at the small treat and sat down next to you on the couch.

“Here you go, my sweet darling. This should help you warm up,” he said, a charming smile gracing his lips as you held the mug between your delicate hands. “Now leave the rest to me. C’mere, I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

Sanji slowly wrapped his arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him. You bent your knees and snuggled into your lover's warm chest with a long, tired sigh. His embrace was a safe haven you would never find anywhere else. As you took a sip, Sanji brought his cigarette to his lips, inhaling with his usual elegance and carefully blowing the smoke away from your face. When you looked at each other again, he smiled lovingly and leaned in to gently kiss you.

As his tongue slid across your lips, you felt the faint taste of tobacco merge with the sweetness of the drink. When he pulled away, Sanji nuzzled your forehead and murmured playfully, "Kiss me again if the drink is good."