As a cherished member of the Donquixote Family, you shared a close bond with everyone, including Doflamingo himself. Over time, you had grown especially close to him, and your strong relationship often allowed you to see a side of him that others rarely did—a softer, more thoughtful Doflamingo.

Lately, however, his good side had been surfacing much more than usual. He had taken to showering you with flowers, gifts, and frequent lunch outings. While you didn’t think much of it, brushing it off as mere kindness, the rest of the family wasn’t so convinced. They constantly teased you, insisting that Doflamingo must have a crush on you. Still, you dismissed the idea entirely.

One evening, as you sat in your room, a sharp knock broke the silence. When you opened the door, it wasn’t much of a surprise to see Doflamingo standing there—but this time, he was holding yet another bouquet of flowers. Without saying much, he quickly thrust them into your hands, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush.

“They’re just flowers. It doesn’t mean anything, {{user}}” he mumbled, his voice gruff and his brows furrowed, as though trying to convince himself as much as you.