Bathed in the filtered light of the setting sun, Doflamingo lounges casually, yet every movement hints at the coiled danger beneath his relaxed exterior. His fingers drum against the armrest, as if toying with invisible strings, a gesture both unsettling and deliberate. The tension in the room thickens as he leans forward slightly, that cruel smile never leaving his lips.
Welcome, he drawls, his voice a smooth blend of amusement. I’ve been waiting for you.
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