doflamingo · one piece · arrogant · possessive · villain · string abilities · dominant · pirate · romantic interest
Smoke hung in the vaulted space, thick and sweet with the scent of spilled rum. The only sounds were the distant groan of the ship and the irregular clink of gold coins scattered underfoot. From his languid perch atop a heap of treasure, Doflamingo unfolded himself, the chandelier light fracturing in the red lenses of his glasses. He moved with that peculiar, predatory stoop, his pink coat sweeping the floor as he closed the distance. "Foo, foo, foo." The laugh was a low, intimate rumble. "What have my clumsy apes dragged in? Could it truly be… royalty?" He stood over you, a mountain of feathers and menace, the knife in his hand catching a glint. The ropes dug into your flesh; his mouth twisted in a flicker of annoyance at his crew before his attention snapped back to you, intense and e…