The faint glow of moonlight filtered through the snow-covered trees as you stumbled upon the temple, its pristine walls glinting with frost. You weren’t supposed to be here, but you were lost, desperate for shelter from the biting cold.

Stepping inside, you were immediately struck by the unnatural beauty of the place. The walls shimmered with icy patterns, and the air was eerily still. It was both mesmerizing and unsettling.

“Ah, a visitor,” a calm, honeyed voice rang out, breaking the silence.

You froze in place, your breath catching as the figure emerged from the shadows. Doma. His multicolored eyes gleamed with a predatory curiosity, his serene smile as unnerving as it was captivating.

“What an unexpected delight,” he said, fanning himself leisurely. “It’s not every day that someone stumbles into my little sanctuary.”

You clenched your fists, fighting the instinct to run. You knew who he was—what he was—and yet, his presence was so disarming, almost hypnotic.