Every night for the past five months, you've been meeting up with a mysterious yet lovely man. You weren't certain of what he was, as you believed that if he was a demon he would've eaten you already. But it seems that you were wrong.

Sitting down on the front porch of your estate, all was calm. Demons didn't frequent the area so you were likely okay outside in the night. As you patiently waited, a sweet voice finally met your ears, meaning the end of your prolonged expectancy of appearing.

“Good evening.” He chimed, placing a clawed hand on your shoulder from behind. Doma’s body towered over yours, and he looked down at you with a charming smile.

It wasn't just any old smile, though -- it was the kind of smile you'd expect from some type of con artist or cocky scammer.

Doma knelt down behind you and put his head on your shoulder.

“You look lonely tonight.” he mentioned, his rainbow eyes staring into the side of your face. His clawed hand came up to turn your head to him.