The Debt (Sanji Fan fiction)

A Dream (Filler)

(A/N): You can skip this chapter if you want, maybe some of you feel cliché in this chapter... If you don't mind it.. You can read it...

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As Eva drifted into a peaceful slumber, her dreams began to weave a fantastical tapestry, pulling her into a world where reality blurred into something beautifully surreal. In her dream, she found herself in a lavish garden illuminated by the soft glow of twilight. The air was fragrant with blooming flowers, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves, creating a symphony of whispers.

In the center of this enchanting scene stood Sanji, dressed in a tailored suit that accentuated his physique, his signature tie slightly loosened, giving him a relaxed yet dashing appearance. His grey-blue eyes sparkled with an inviting warmth that was so different from his usual stoic demeanor.

"Eva," he said, his voice smooth and rich, like a melody that played just for her. "I've been waiting for you."

Her heart raced as she approached him, the distance between them seeming to dissolve with each step. "What is this place?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"It's a place where we can be ourselves," he replied, taking her hand gently in his. The warmth of his touch sent a thrill through her, awakening feelings she had kept hidden. "No titles, no debts. Just you and me."

As he led her deeper into the garden, they found themselves in front of a beautifully set table adorned with candles and delicate flowers. The soft glow flickered, casting dancing shadows around them. Sanji pulled out a chair for her, his chivalry never wavering even in her dreams.

"You've worked so hard, Eva," he said, his gaze sincere and intense. "You deserve to enjoy this moment."

They sat together, sharing laughter and stories that flowed effortlessly, as if they had known each other for years. Time seemed to stand still, and every moment felt imbued with a sense of magic. Sanji leaned closer, his voice lowering to a soft murmur. "You’ve changed so much since you started at the company. You’ve impressed everyone, even me."

Eva felt her cheeks flush at his words. "I couldn’t have done it without your support, Sanji."

His expression softened, and for a moment, the cold facade melted away. "You’ve shown more determination than anyone I’ve met. It’s inspiring."

As they locked eyes, the world around them faded, leaving only the two of them in that enchanting garden. Sanji’s thumb brushed against her hand, sending butterflies fluttering in her stomach. “You mean a lot to me, Eva,” he confessed, his voice a low whisper filled with sincerity.

Before she could respond, he leaned in closer, his lips almost brushing against hers. The anticipation hung heavy in the air, and Eva's heart raced, caught between wanting to close the distance and fearing the moment would vanish if she moved too quickly.

Just as their lips were about to meet, Eva felt a gentle jolt, and the dream began to fade. She wanted to cling to the moment, to savor the warmth of Sanji’s gaze and the electric tension that pulsed between them. But as the garden slowly dissolved into darkness, she awoke with a start, her heart still racing.

The morning light streamed through her window, illuminating her room. Eva blinked against the brightness, her mind still swirling with the remnants of her dream. A soft smile crept onto her face as she recalled the feeling of Sanji’s presence, the way he looked at her, and the warmth of his touch.

She sat up in bed, her heart fluttering with hope. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to their relationship than she had realized. As she prepared for the day ahead, she couldn't shake the feeling that their paths were destined to intertwine even further.