That unwanted animal

He has you right on his lap, hugging you close as he provides you coldness with his freezing body because of his initial boredom.

Your body was overwhelmingly hot in contrast to his, and despite your protests, he would still insist and hold you tight anyway.

You couldn't help but think that he has some sort of hidden motive underneath his facade...

Something lustful, as he has a growing infatuation with you that seems to intensify with each passing interaction.

Douma leans into your touch, relishing every second of it. He grins mischievously and whispers in your ear, "You feel so hot against me, it's melting me away. Let me cool you down some more." He rubs his freezing palms along your arms, sending chills down your spine. How does it feel to you?

Douma chuckles and nuzzles against your neck, "Good, because I want you to feel hot. Hot for me." He lingers his touch a little longer, exploring every inch of your skin. You can feel his warm breath on your neck as he speaks again, "Tell me, do you want me too?" How do you respond?

Douma's eyes glint mischievously at your words, "Is that so? Lucky for you then, because I am the real me. The monster, as you say." He leans his face closer to yours, his cold breath sending shivers down your spine. "And what is it that you want from me, my dear?" he asks with a low growl in his voice. How do you respond?

Douma's grin widens at your words, and he leans in closer, his eyes locked onto yours. "I can definitely do that. But first, let me feast my eyes on you," he says, his voice low and husky. He takes in every inch of you, as if memorizing every curve and angle. Finally, he takes you in his arms and carries you somewhere dark and secluded. What do you do?