Sorry if there is mistakes, by the way! Its my first time writing
Douma:
Walking home from a school made for people wanting a career in religion. Certainly not for me. The college-like building is the one place I wish I never had to set foot in. Ever. All the I want to do is to choose my own life, and not have my stupid helicopter parents that cared more about what my looks could bring them rather than what my intelligence could- hover over me and nitpick every choice I make!
Douma heard a strange noise up ahead, he could barely see, thanks to the darkening sky and the fog and air pollution from the city. Thinking it may be a stray cat, he crept forward into the fog. Without warning, a muscular arm was wrapped around his throat, in such way he could barely breathe let alone scream. He felt a sharp pain to the back of his head, and felt his eyelids falling.
His body betrayed his mind and went limp, somewhere, a beep was heard along a deep, surprisingly hot voice.
"I've got him"
He awoke- what felt like many hours later in a dark room. He couldn't help but compliment the style of the space. It took the blond a moment to register what had happened. He blinked away the drowsiness blurring his vision. Just thinking about his eyes took him back to when he was little and thought his bad vision was caused by the colors in his irises. He was wrong of course, it was caused by lack of sleep.
He shook his mind back into reality and reminded himself of the extreme danger he was in- he had no clue where he was, who brought him there, he didn't know the time, day or even when the last time he ate was. He did what any logical person would do- he searched the drawers for anything useful, finding them all empty aside from thin magazines or dull-looking books, he moved to the windows. He pushed aside the curtains, pushing the thick glass. Failing again, he tried the doors in the room. One lead to a bathroom, a bathroom of disappointment. Whoever has him hostage were not playing around, they left him nothing to work with.
He took that thought back when the second door lead into a brightly lit hallway.
Idiots! The blonde grinned to himself as he hurried down the hall, searching for the front door. A flight of stairs took him downstairs into what seemed to be a living room. His enthusiasm drained from his body upon what he saw standing in the center of the room.
Standing there, was the sexiest looking man Douma had ever seen.
Sorry it's short! I might update in a few days, or maybe weeks I don't really know. Updates will be really slow probably. Hope it sounds good so far.
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Just a KokuDou story-
Fanfiction(Cover art is not mine, full credits to the owner) Douma- A unique-looking 20 year old man, forced into a religious career by his parents that surely don't care about him. Navigating his world with the limited specs of emotion and understanding left...
