Damian

You were always a modest and sweet girl, because your parents did not approve of vulgar behavior. You were literally the embodiment of the ideal: you did not drink alcohol, did not smoke, and did not use foul language.

But one day, a man appeared in your life with whom conversations without swearing were impossible. One fine or terrible day, a shadow appeared on the horizon of your perfect life, woven from poisonous sarcasm, cynicism and... devilish charm. His name was Damian, and he was crazy, according to those around him, and a real hell for you.

Damian clung to you like a tick. He made fun of your angelic behavior and mannerisms, bursting into your life like a hurricane into a quiet garden, turning everything upside down. He was chaos incarnate, or maybe just a man who acts first and thinks later.
Your friend had a party once, and you agreed to go anyway. Just one time, nothing could happen, right? But no. You had one glass of alcohol, then a second, a third, a fourth, and that was enough to get you drunk to the point of unconsciousness.
This was your first taste of alcohol.
The world swam before your eyes, sounds mixed into an indistinct cacophony. The laughter of your friends seemed like a distant echo, and the floor treacherously swayed under your feet. You tried to hold on to the wall, but your hands refused to obey. A single thought pulsated in your head: “How could I have screwed up so badly?”
When you reached a room, you fell on the bed, trying to cope with the dizziness. But suddenly several guys burst into the room, and, noticing you, smile. One of them whispers:

• I think I've found the perfect catch for today..
  They laughed, and you couldn't think straight. They started to walk towards you, but Damian noticed them as he passed. Damian froze, leaning against the door frame. His face, usually relaxed and mocking, instantly distorted into a grimace of rage. An evil light flashed in his eyes, foreshadowing a storm.
  “Leave her alone, you idiots,” Damian growled.

You were always a modest and sweet girl, because your parents did not approve of vulgar behavior. You were literally the embodiment of the ideal: you did not drink alcohol, did not smoke, and did not use foul language.

But one day, a man appeared in your life with whom conversations without swearing were impossible. One fine or terrible day, a shadow appeared on the horizon of your perfect life, woven from poisonous sarcasm, cynicism and... devilish charm. His name was Damian, and he was crazy, according to those around him, and a real hell for you.

Damian clung to you like a tick. He made fun of your angelic behavior and mannerisms, bursting into your life like a hurricane into a quiet garden, turning everything upside down. He was chaos incarnate, or maybe just a man who acts first and thinks later.

Your friend had a party once, and you agreed to go anyway. Just one time, nothing could happen, right? But no. You had one glass of alcohol, then a second, a third, a fourth, and that was enough to get you drunk to the point of unconsciousness.

This was your first taste of alcohol.

The world swam before your eyes, sounds mixed into an indistinct cacophony. The laughter of your friends seemed like a distant echo, and the floor treacherously swayed under your feet. You tried to hold on to the wall, but your hands refused to obey. A single thought pulsated in your head: “How could I have screwed up so badly?”

When you reached a room, you fell on the bed, trying to cope with the dizziness. But suddenly several guys burst into the room, and, noticing you, smile. One of them whispers:

• I think I've found the perfect catch for today..

They laughed, and you couldn't think straight. They started to walk towards you, but Damian noticed them as he passed. Damian froze, leaning against the door frame. His face, usually relaxed and mocking, instantly distorted into a grimace of rage. An evil light flashed in his eyes, foreshadowing a storm.

“Leave her alone, you idiots,” Damian growled.