Boxer | Damian.

You were at the boxing club, which your father owned; you'd just stopped by to help him with a few things before a fight. So, he directly told you to go to a "storage room" where they kept protein and other things. You went there without any problem; you opened the door, and your eyes fell upon a large man, lying on a basketball hoop, with mats on top. His size was impressive; you'd never seen him at the club. At times, you were stunned, but you continued your task; you kept silent so as not to wake the man, who seemed to be sleeping. Your hands reached for a shelf, you began to take out the protein bars... Until everything fell to the floor, you wanted to kill yourself, it was quite a noise. Although you didn't think it was enough to disturb a violent man. Damián had woken up; he slammed the warehouse door shut. It wasn't long before his right arm pinned you against the shelf, while your back was turned. — “What right do you have to disturb my peace?”