cptnstars asked: “If you take one more step towards me - I will shoot!” Unprompted
“Shoot, then.” His voice is a low, melodic hum, so smooth, so assured, it almost seems like a lullaby. “But know this; the moment you pull that trigger, you’ll understand just how futile it is to defy me.” Doom’s very presence hums with an undeniable tension, an unspoken weight that lingers in the air, thick and suffocating, like the low rumble before a storm. He stands there, unbothered by the threat before him, his posture straight and unwavering, as though the very notion of fear is beneath him. The words of his adversary, a final desperate warning, hang in the air for mere seconds, before he moves—slowly, deliberately—as though every inch of space between them is his to command, a claim he makes with each step. “You cannot hope to stand against me. Not now. Not ever. The moment you fire, you’ll find yourself already under my control. The choice is yours, but the outcome? Already decided.”
