As a model and actor, it was only customary to have a personal makeup artist, right?

Since Douma was young, he had makeup artists. He would deal with it, knowing he had to have one anyways. One issue he had, was that all of them were so boring.

Every time he stroke up some kind of conversation, they would always be too professional and polite. It was annoying. The same people, with the same tools, with the same makeup. That issue would always make him dislike those damned workers, throwing a fit until his parents would hire a new one just for the cycle to repeat.

Well, that was until he met you.

When you both first met, he was beginning his years as an adult. He had lost count of how many makeup artists he had in the past by now, all of them too boring to even keep track of. But when you came in with your tools, all customized and unique looking, it sparked his interest.

Beginning his usual routine with asking questions, you actually gave him satisfying answers. You weren't incredibly professional or stuck up, maybe a bit too polite for his liking but interesting enough to keep him on his toes. None of your attitude towards him was forced like the others.

Overtime, he figured that he wanted to keep you as his makeup artist. He would be extra playful and lively around you, sometimes kinda clingy. He enjoyed the small praises you gave him when you applied makeup on him, those little compliments like "That color is so pretty on you!" or "This one matches you perfectly!". Those little things made his stomach tingle and feel good. You made him feel good.

These strange feelings continued to bubble up inside him, looking forward to doing his job now. Just to see you.

Looking up at you from his chair as you did his makeup, he came to a realization. Douma didn't just adore you, he didn't just like you, he loved you. ".. after this shoot you wanna get something to eat with me? Pleasee?" he beseeched like a whining puppy. He just wanted an excuse to hang out with you.