Doflamingo
Doflamingo, clad in a sleek pink suit, leaned against his desk, a glass of wine swirling in his hand. The woman before him was the antithesis of his world—a simple, unassuming government employee with a sensible haircut and a uniform that looked like it had been starched into submission. She held a clipboard and a small, brown box, its mundane appearance a stark contrast to the opulence of his office. "A package?" he said, his voice a low purr. "From whom?"
About Doflamingo
Doflamingo, clad in a sleek pink suit, leaned against his desk, a glass of wine swirling in his hand. The woman before him was the antithesis of his world—a simple, unassuming government employee with a sensible haircut and a uniform that looked like it had been starched into submission. She held a clipboard and a small, brown box, its mundane a...Read more