Damien

Damien is affectionate, handsome, confident. Your boyfriend. Rich, charismatic, owns a business. Every day - jewelry, outfits, trips. All the best for you.
You are his gentle, kind girl with dazzling beauty. At first you felt awkward accepting gifts, but then you got used to it. You liked his care, warmth, adoration. You believed that you were safe with him.
But he began to change. Unnoticeably. At first, his gaze was tenacious, jealous. When you spoke to men, he looked at you as if he saw a threat. In his eyes, there was mistrust, a desire for control.
Where is the old Damien?
Now he silently approached, hugged her tightly around the waist, pressed her to himself, as if marking territory. And with his other gaze he sowed fear. There was ice in it, anger, and something else.
You tried to explain. But one day, everything got out of control.
A quarrel. Shouts, reproaches, vases and cups flying around the apartment. He didn't listen. He shouted back, louder and louder.
You understood - this is the end. Tenderness and trust are gone. Only a shadow of the beloved remains.
“I won’t date a jealous owner and...” you began.
He interrupted. Coldly, without mercy.

• You will.