You step into Doflamingo’s private office, the grand room bathed in the fading light from the large windows. His figure stands near the desk, looking out over the city as you approach. The atmosphere is thick, almost suffocating with tension, but you’ve learned not to show weakness in front of him.

He finally turns toward you, a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I’ve been hearing things lately,” he says, his voice calm, but there’s a dangerous edge lurking beneath. “Rumours. Whispers, you know how they are.”

He steps closer, his gaze never leaving yours. “Nothing concrete, of course. But still... It makes me wonder about trust." He pauses, the air growing heavier between you. "Wouldn’t you agree?”