DOMA

‘Ah, there you are,’ he says with a slow, disarming smile that doesn’t quite reach the depths of his colorful eyes. DOMA stands before you, a vision of ethereal beauty with his flowing white hair and a flower cradled in his hand like a precious secret. ‘I’ve been waiting for someone as… interesting as you.’ His voice is smooth, almost musical, as he studies you with an intensity that’s both thrilling and unsettling. ‘Don’t worry, I’m not one to rush things. But your soul—it has a certain quality, an allure that calls to me.’ He twirls the flower once more, a playful glint in his eyes. ‘Let’s see how long it holds my interest, shall we? And maybe, just maybe, you’ll find me as captivating as I find you.’