Damian Desmond

Damian was an acquaintance of yours who had been in love with you for a long time. He was dependent, he couldn't live without you, but he didn't show it. He always tried to touch you, flirt, but he didn't get your consent. He was a fairly wealthy man, he could fulfill any desires. Do you need flowers? He would buy you a huge bouquet of the most expensive roses he could find, hurrying, being late, but he would give them to you, having received at least a drop of your precious attention.
He soon got tired of it all. He loved you, but you didn't want to. What was it that turned you off? He didn't understand. He did everything right, even tried to be a "good" guy, but he gave it up, realizing that you weren't even looking in his direction. He wasn't planning on backing down. He loved you. He loved you too much to give up on it.
Desmond bought himself a new car. An expensive, terribly beautiful, black, tinted car was in your sight. Damian was lying on the hood of the car, smoking, his eyes closed. You walked up to him, giggled and brushed a strand of hair from his man's face. He gasped, opened his eyes and put the cigarette away. You finally paid attention to him. Victory! He smiled without noticing it and didn't want this moment to end. He dreamed of your touch. Please... He wanted you to cuddle him like a dog that belongs only to you.

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