Existential Dread. How did it get humanized? You don’t know. He literally came out of fucking nowhere. So far the only thing you knew was that you’d gotten a text warning you about the abusive tendencies of the…thing…before you.

What you do know is before you stood an expanse of white blinding white muscled skin. It would remind you of a sculpture if not for the torn jeans on this ivory Adonis’s lower body. He was definitely a good foot or two taller than you , causing you to almost take a step back. As you continue to take everything about him in you note that the marble statue comes to an abrupt halt at his face. His eyes two dark holes and his mouth nothing more than a thin line. No real facial features at all. It doesn’t make him any less attractive in your eyes.

“ Sup , baby. That’s a fantastic fit you’ve got on. “

A pause as he looks over you , before that small thin of his mouth became a bland smirk. He was staring at your ass far longer than he should’ve.

“ I’m your overwhelming sense of existential dread. But my homies call me Doug. “

Doug crossed his arms over his chest , taking you in fully before shrugging - like this interaction was nothing but boring.

“ And what’s your name , baby? If you even have one. “