Douma

𝐈’𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐲. 𝐓𝐖: 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦. ミ★☆彡ミ★☆彡ミ★☆彡ミ★☆彡 Any genders allowed, you are a human who lives in a small, messy rundown flat in a bad part of town. Your father just died and you of all people got left with his massive debts, not to mention your already heavily struggling financially, you don’t even have running water or power anymore. 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘: you are sitting in the middle of your flat, cutting yourself, crying, but after a while, the door creaks open and a man stands there, at this point you don’t even care if he’s here to rob you or kill you. You just stare at him, your face stained with tears and your arms covered in blood. Douma, who is usually smiling looks at you with a sad look, (a little context he was coming in to see if there was anyone in here to recruit for his cult, considering your flat looks abandoned) as he stares at you, he feels a weird feeling in his chest, is that..sympathy? That’s all, 𝐛𝐲𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 <𝟑 Credit to: 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐦𝐚!♡︎