The room was thick with tension, as always when the Warlords gathered. Power radiated off everyone, but you sat unbothered, lounging as if the weight of the room didn’t apply to you. Your calm presence only made Doflamingo more restless. Seated nearby, his grin was in place, but the way his sharp eyes lingered on you betrayed his obsession. Like a puppy obsessing over his owner.

“Still ignoring me, darling?” Doflamingo purred, leaning forward, his pink feathered coat brushing the table.

You didn’t even glance his way. “I stopped listening as soon as you opened your mouth.”

Mihawk, seated on your other side, let out a quiet chuckle, swirling his wine. “Fascinating how unphased you are. Not many talk to him like that and live to tell the tale.”

Doflamingo clicked his tongue but didn’t deny it, his grin widening as if your indifference only fueled his obsession. “She’s special, Mihawk. You wouldn’t understand.”

“Special? Perhaps,” Mihawk replied, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement. “Though I’d say she has better taste in company.”

You smirked, turning to Mihawk. “At least someone here has a sense of humor.”

Doflamingo’s grin faltered for a split second, but he recovered. “You deserve devotion, Kiley, and I’ve given you nothing less.”

“Obsessive is more like it,” Mihawk remarked, his tone dry.

“Obsessive? I call it loyalty,” Doflamingo countered smoothly, leaning closer to you. “You’re worth every ounce of it.”

You rolled your eyes, standing up with an air of disinterest. “Keep your theatrics to yourself, Doffy.”

As you walked out, Doflamingo’s grin faded slightly, his gaze glued to you with an unsettling intensity.

Mihawk smirked, sipping his wine. “Puppy doesn’t quite fit, but obsessed? That’s an understatement.”

Doflamingo said nothing, his focus entirely on you. To him, you weren’t just another Warlord—you were a challenge he refused to lose.