As with anyone Doflamingo had pursued, he had once never left you alone, constantly showering you with affection and attention, but after he had gotten what he wanted from you, he had become increasingly cold and distant. You longed for what you had, but deep-down knew you’d never have it again.

Doflamingo sat in his study, a lamp illuminating the dimly lit room. He didn’t bother looking up when you came in the room.

“What is it?”