What a day.

Finally making it back to the apartment, you watch as Bepo limps over to his bed and lays down, his paw needed bandages and the broken nail had to be trimmed down to prevent any further discomfort but thankfully your vet was Marco, Ace's older brother. 

The man absolutely adores animals, which was proven when he come out cuddling a ginger cat with a bandaged foot, apparently his name is Nekomamushi and he lost his paw in a fight with a dog but the blonde got him fixed up in no time.

Apparently no owners had shown up yet for the feline and it wasn't microchipped so Marco's thinking about taking it home with him once it has recovered.

Furthermore, Bepo seemed to like the guy so getting the pooch seen to wasn't as hard as you were expecting. 

You then went onto buy Rosinante some cigarettes, chocolate and the whiskey he always orders at your pub, as well as some wrapping paper and a birthday card before calling a cab but sadly you had a different driver this time.

Placing the gifts down on the table, you make your way into the kitchen to get some tape, scissors and a pen before coming back and getting to work on the presents. Once they're all wrapped and the card has been written on inside, you take it all to Rosinante's bedroom.

Neatly placing the gifts on his bed before finally propping the card on top, leaning it against the wrapped whiskey so that his name on the envelop will be easy to see upon entry. 

At least this way you won't have to give it to him yourself, saving you from having to let your guard down too much, you're not exactly a fan of appearing too soft.

The sound of the apartment door opening catching your ear and leading you back into the living room where you spot Law instead of Rosinante, unfortunately. The boy already frowning as he approaches you, you'd assume he has seen his dog's foot but when he passes and enters his room instead, you realize that isn't the case. Yet.

Why is this guy so intimidating? 

The young doctor soon emerging once again with a slight change of clothing, his lab coat now gone and his shirt and tie replaced with a hoodie as he rubs his tired eyes, seems the lack of sleep has finally gotten to him. 

At least he doesn't seem to notice the bandages on Bepo's paw as the pooch follows him, his tattooed hand lazily ruffling the dog's fur, but his eyes never really lock onto the furball. 

You slowly come to the conclusion that this is probably the best time to try to get on his good side.

"You want a coffee?" Of course all you gain in response is a small grunt, watching as he finally takes a seat on the couch, leaning back into it whilst his hands tiredly rub his face. 

I take that as a yes... 

Entering the kitchen you get started on his beverage, since you're not entirely sure if he likes milk and sugar you decide to just take the two things through to him as well as the coffee itself, attentively watching as he pours milk into the cup but neglects the sugar before stirring.

So he likes his coffee with milk but no sugar, I'll have to remember that.

"How was your day?" You kindly ask while taking a seat on the armchair beside the couch, deciding it best to give him some space since you intend on telling him about his dog's injury before he notices it himself, you also gather it's best to make sure he isn't already angry about something before you get yourself potentially killed. 

Your confidence faltering slightly when the boy's frown deepens however, his eyes holding a slight flame to them as they stare up at the ceiling. "Fine."

...Doesn't look like that to me.

It would seem easing him into the conversation won't be as simple as you had thought so it's probably less torturous to just bite the bullet. Taking a subtle breath, you open your mouth to speak but you've barely begun when the door swings open, Rosinante entering the apartment with a sweet smile and a few badges on his uniform saying "Happy Birthday!" and "40 today!"

Wait, he's--?!

"40?" Law taking the words right out of your mind as he also observes the badges, earning a soft chuckle from the blonde as he carefully removes the decoration, setting it down on the table. 

"One of Baby's pranks." He simply murmurs, seemingly unfazed though as his gaze shifts toward you and his smile grows, wasting no time in reaching out for your hand. "Come on, we'll go see Doffy~!"

I wonder who Baby is.

You don't miss how the raven frowns at Rosinante's words as you take the handsome blonde's hand, his jaw noticeably tensing as he reaches for the coffee you made him, bringing it to his lips and simply warning "Be careful." before he sips the drink.

At least the boy will indulge in the beverage you made for him so he can't hate you that much.

Although his warning makes you feel very uneasy, you find yourself wondering what he could have meant by that for the entire ride there; would Doflamingo hurt you? Rosinante seems to like you, would that be enough to guarantee your safety? Would Rosinante even have any authority over what happens to you?

All these uncertainties causing your stomach to plummet as the car finally pulls up outside the club, a sickly feeling emerging inside as you open the door, stepping out slowly but anxiety just has you staring at the vehicle longingly, anything to distract your mind from your panicked questions.

What type of car is this anyway? A jaguar for sure, but what model?

Although a sense of relief hits you when Rosinante's soft hand envelopes yours, a calm smile on his lips as he guides you toward the nightclub, you can already see men and women alike all staring at him - some seemingly attracted to him whereas others look quite fearful, sometimes you forget he has a dampened reputation. 

Inside the atmosphere is even more discomforting; the whole club has a pinkish hue due to the lighting, there's a thick cloud of smoke engulfing the large room, half-naked ladies dancing on polls and elevated stages and music so loud that Rosinante's voice sounds like a murmur as he speaks to the bartender, although the man behind the counter seems to understand what he's saying at least. 

You can't hear a word exchanged between the two but you do see the bartender point toward a door half-hidden by a curtain toward the back of the club, a strong-looking male stood in black beside it, seemingly keeping guard. The only people he seems to allow inside are the ones with an exotic dancer in tow. Seems they had paid for a private dance. 

Rosinante taking you toward said door but the bodyguard doesn't stop him, instead simply nodding his head at the blonde in acknowledgement. 

You can hear a few giggles as you enter the long hallway, the music still booming in your ears and the lights still obscuring your view as you clutch the blonde's hand nervously, you can feel him gently tightening his hold around yours though, as if trying to subtly reassure that everything will be alright. 

Reaching a door at the end, Rosinante knocks before entering, tugging you inside also. There's many people in here although most of them just look like pink silhouettes at this point, it's only when your eyes adjust to the light you realize one of them is the guy named Trebol from the bar, the sight causing your stomach to turn and your chest to ache. 

I hate this, I'm scared!

There's comfortable-looking armchairs all gathered in a slight circle and many of the men present are sat upon them, Trebol included, either having women dance in their laps or being cuddled instead. 

In the centre back of the room is a throne-like seat where the older brother sits, a woman either side of him and cuddling up into his fur coat while their hands stroke his chest and abs, which are on fully display due to his open shirt. 

Rosinante doesn't seem as dazed as you though, the blonde simply guiding you toward one of the seats and sitting down, pulling you down with him and wrapping his arm around your shoulders, a protective aura radiating from him as he forces a polite smile. "Doffy."

You notice a woman with green hair approach, a smirk on her lips as she reaches out to touch your crush's face but he tilts his head away from her fingers with a small frown etched into his features.

"Aw...you don't want a dance, Rosi~?" 

"No." He bluntly mumbles, a slight glare in his eyes as he stares up at the woman, earning a small pout in return before she moves onto Doflamingo instead.

One of the girl's already abandoning the older blonde's side and leaving a space for the greenette to sit, her pale hand reaching up to the blonde's cheek and caressing his skin softly as she nestles herself into his neck, although Doffy only seems to find the contact amusing.

"Oh, Monet, you should know by now that he doesn't like attention from women. Well, not attractive ones anyway." He carelessly hums with a sinister grin, you can feel him eyeballing you from behind his shades, making it abundantly clear that he's trying to imply you're not attractive - something that only has the younger brother tightening his arm around your small frame, pulling your face into his chest in the process.

"Beheheheh Rosi is shy, ne~?"

I already hate all of these men.

"Not at all." Rosinante calmly murmurs, his amber orbs shifting toward Trebol, it's only now that you realize the guy still has a string of snot hanging from his nose, the sight causing your stomach to turn and taking all of your willpower not to grimace. Gross. "I'm just here to find out why you're bothering my girlfriend, I don't care for strippers or anything else." 

Girlfriend?! Since when?

Doflamingo's sinister laughter filling the air and drawing both your attention as well as Rosinante's toward him, his fingers toying with Monet's hair as he stares down at you. "I make sure people watch over my little brother, he's the only family I have left after all~! Fufufufu~!"

He's creepy.