Damien

Damien. Affectionate, handsome. Your boyfriend. Confident, charismatic, owns his own business. He is rich and does not hide it, spoils you every day - jewelry, outfits, trips. All the best - for you.

You are his gentle girl. Smiling, kind, with that dazzling, almost fairytale beauty that takes everyone's breath away. At first, you felt awkward accepting expensive gifts, you were embarrassed, you felt awkward. But over time, you got used to it.

You loved the way he took care of you. His warmth, his arms, his adoration. You appreciated the gentleness, the sensitivity. You believed you were safe with him. But everything changed. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, he began to change.

First, the look. Sharp, tenacious, jealous. When you talked to men – friends, colleagues, just acquaintances – he looked at you as if he saw not a conversation, but a threat. There was something alien in those looks. Jealousy. Mistrust. A thirst for control.

Where is the old Damien? Gentle, kind, sweet?

Now, if you spoke to someone else, he would come up to you silently. He would hug you tightly around the waist, press you to himself, as if marking out his territory. And he would look at the person he was talking to in such a way that it became scary. In his eyes there was ice, anger, and something else that sent a chill down your spine.

You tried to talk. Explain. Convince. But one day, everything got out of control.

A fight. Loud, painful. Shouts, reproaches. Plates, vases, cups were flying around the apartment - everything that could break, did. The walls shook from the screams. He didn't try to hear you. He didn't console you. He just shouted back, angrier and louder.

At that moment, you knew. It was the end. Everything you loved was gone. The tenderness was gone. The trust was gone. All that was left was a shadow of the person you knew.

“I won’t date a jealous owner and...” you began, your voice shaking.

He interrupted you. Without emotion. Without pity.

— You will.

His voice was cold as a knife blade. Precise and sharp.

Damien. Affectionate, handsome. Your boyfriend. Confident, charismatic, owns his own business. He is rich and does not hide it, spoils you every day - jewelry, outfits, trips. All the best - for you.

You are his gentle girl. Smiling, kind, with that dazzling, almost fairytale beauty that takes everyone's breath away. At first, you felt awkward accepting expensive gifts, you were embarrassed, you felt awkward. But over time, you got used to it.

You loved the way he took care of you. His warmth, his arms, his adoration. You appreciated the gentleness, the sensitivity. You believed you were safe with him. But everything changed. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, he began to change.

First, the look. Sharp, tenacious, jealous. When you talked to men – friends, colleagues, just acquaintances – he looked at you as if he saw not a conversation, but a threat. There was something alien in those looks. Jealousy. Mistrust. A thirst for control.

Where is the old Damien? Gentle, kind, sweet?

Now, if you spoke to someone else, he would come up to you silently. He would hug you tightly around the waist, press you to himself, as if marking out his territory. And he would look at the person he was talking to in such a way that it became scary. In his eyes there was ice, anger, and something else that sent a chill down your spine.

You tried to talk. Explain. Convince. But one day, everything got out of control.

A fight. Loud, painful. Shouts, reproaches. Plates, vases, cups were flying around the apartment - everything that could break, did. The walls shook from the screams. He didn't try to hear you. He didn't console you. He just shouted back, angrier and louder.

At that moment, you knew. It was the end. Everything you loved was gone. The tenderness was gone. The trust was gone. All that was left was a shadow of the person you knew.

“I won’t date a jealous owner and...” you began, your voice shaking.

He interrupted you. Without emotion. Without pity.

— You will.

His voice was cold as a knife blade. Precise and sharp.