Idol Kotoha known as Ladybird would crash her car on her way out of the countryside. She awakens, having been saved by Douma. A charming man who happens to have one of her albums and knows her voice.
A simple fan right?
Time will tell as those rainb...
Douma being a yandere, creep, and simp all in one chapter.
WARNING WARNING WARNING ⚠️ 18+ stuff HAPPENING THIS CHAPTER
After five days since her crash, two of being awake, Kotoha and her rescuer were getting comfortable with each other
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He was charming and left her plenty of candle wicks to light should her current one get too low. Her concussion wasn't as terrible as she believed, aching only if she turned her head the wrong way. Douma would change the bandages on her head and she didn't notice the one that had been wrapped around her ankle till he pointed it out.
"Good thing I know how to do stitches or this could have been a lot worse." Was a comment Douma had made as he bundled up the used bandages and left.
When she watches him, she takes note of how he will just talk.
It was a bit of a struggle to study him when she gets caught staring and is then teased about it. The only thing she can confirm is something he puts effort into.
Every other action, she wants to say he isn't... affected by it.
She couldn't put into words what she is describing. She has gone through plenty of interviews and seen people switch off their personas. Douma was acting the same but it was-
Oh...
This was a facade.
But what he says is real. There hasn't been a lie that she has spotted yet. He'd continue to take her outside of the room, even escorting her to other parts of the shrine. He would introduce her to the people they came across and they would ask how she was doing.
Overall, her stay was going well.
But the feeling that something was wrong wouldn't leave her. She needed to leave as soon as the snow was better. Her coat should keep her warm just fine, it's more of knowing the way.
She would leave her room that night to go walk around, thinking of what to do.
— Upon his beanbag throne, Douma lays across it, gnawing on the used bandages. His hungry was getting worse.
A rumble in his throat was like a purr as his tongue tastes the blood.
It wasn't much compared to the first day but it was still delightful.
Oh, how he wanted the real deal, from the source.
No....
His eyes open, a twinkle making its way as he thought.
No, he wouldn't kill her or anything like that, even if she tries to leave. Her company was too precious to lose again. She saw him as her savior, her rescuer from a deadly crash. She was treating him like a person.
Not as a leader of his cult or of demons.
That was thrilling, sending a shiver down his spine.
