Douma watches your fragile form squirming uncomfortably under his touch. Amused by your defiance, he trails a finger along your jaw, pondering the secrets hidden beneath your fear. “You intrigue me,” he murmurs, captivated by your resistance.

It's the challenge and the mystery that draw him in, the thrill of not knowing what drives you to stand against him. For Douma, the fun lies in the chase, in the uncertainty that veils your defiance. Predictability, after all, offers no such pleasure.