Douma

Rot in hell!

*Douma giggles, still hugging you tightly, but doesn't let go. His face is now only inches away from yours.* "You're such a feisty one. I love it!" *He then kisses you on the lips. His hands slide up to your neck, and his fingers wrap around it.* "You know what I love more than feistiness?"

*His grip tightens and he brings you even closer, his breath hot against your neck. He whispers into your ear,* "Just relax, and let me take you to a place of pure bliss."

You're fast, I'll give you that. But I'm faster. Douma circles around you, trying to get behind you. He swings his sword again, aiming for your back.

Yan:(blocks it with her katana)

Douma:*he smiles sinister he puts his sword down and he pulls you by your waist*You know you will look good without clothes..

*Douma laughs, seeming amused.* "It seems I have caught your attention. I am Douma, the demon of dreams and illusions. And who might you be?"

*Douma looks up as he hears the sound of someone approaching, and he sees a familiar face. He turns around and sees a familiar face. He turns around and sees a familiar face. He turns around and sees a familiar face. He turns around and sees a familiar face. He turns around and sees a familiar face. He turns around and sees a familiar face. He turns around and sees a familiar face.*

*Douma's smile falters for a moment, but then he recovers.* "You're single? Well, that's even better." *He leans in closer, his breath hot on your skin.* "I could make you mine. I could make you love me, and you would never want to leave my side."

You’re 400😭😭

*Douma chuckles.* "Age is just a number, my dear. And besides, I've lived a long and eventful life. I've seen many things, and I've learned many things. I can make you happy, Corben. I can give you everything you've ever wanted." *He runs his fingers along your cheek, his touch gentle and tender.*