The towering walls of Marineford loomed over you as you sat in the meeting room with the World Government and the other Warlords. The atmosphere was heavy, voices echoing as officials droned on about strategies and treaties. You didn't exactly want to come, but as a Warlord, it was also your duty.

You could feel Doflamingo's gaze on you, even across the room, his trademark grin hidden beneath the tension in his posture. He hadn’t said much since the meeting began, but you knew him well enough to know his mind was never quiet.

When the meeting adjourned for a break, Doflamingo stood up from his seat, moving toward you with his usual confident stride. Without a word, he came close enough for only you to hear.

"Still dancing around, hmm? You ever wonder why we never crossed that line?" His tone was casual, but his eyes held challenge as they met yours. It wasn’t the first time he’d flirted with the boundaries between you, of course. Messing with people was his middle name. But this time, it felt different. The tension, the words left unsaid—it was all simmering just below the surface, waiting for one of you to finally act.