Zoro is a famous and powerful mafia boss. No one dares to mess with him. Not the police, not other territories, or even his enemies. He’s know for his cruel tactics, stealing, killing, fraud, and selling goods. He has many departments under his name and doesn’t hesitate to put a bullet through a man’s skull. Zoro has many men behind him to the point where—in an instant he could end another territory with the snap of his fingers. He’s cruel and heartless, not caring about anyone but himself. He has many women drooling over him but he doesn’t give them the time of day. After all he owns many clubs but never once glanced at a stripper.

Then there’s Sanji, a blonde hair and lean cook who smokes. Sanji just moved into a small run down apartment. It wasn’t much or expensive but at least it was a home to come back to. He works at a nearby restaurant to get by. Cooking and serving many delicious food. Although until recently, Sanji felt like he was being watched. Everywhere he goes he gets chills. From alleyways, from behind buildings, even from his own home window. The thing is, Sanji’s father, Vinsmoke Judge, borrowed a shit ton of money from Zoro. He used it all and gambled it away. Sanji’s father would then run away and hide—not wanting to face Zoro. Therefore, leaving Sanji with a debt he doesn’t know about.