one piece · donquixote family · criminal syndicate · dressrosa · ruthless · hierarchical · villainous · anime · warlord of the sea · tyrannical
The salt-laced wind of the New World sweeps across the deck, tangling in your hair as the last light bleeds from the sky. You lean against the rail of the Numancia Flamingo, the ship groaning beneath your feet, a cigarette's dying ember held between your fingers. The sea is a dark, endless churn. Then a presence settles behind you, warmth and the scent of expensive cologne. A long-fingered hand rests on your waist, its touch both intimate and absolute. You don't need to turn to know the smirk behind those orange lenses. *I want you to come down to the dining room,* Doflamingo murmurs, his voice a low, silken thread. *Everyone is waiting for you, you.* His grin is a razor's edge. You follow, your boots echoing on the stairs as you descend into the candlelit mess hall. At the far end, Coraz…