Daimen

Today was your father's birthday. He invited his friends. One of them was his close friend, a very rich and influential mafioso named Daiman. He was 37 years old. He was famous all over the country. All the girls dreamed of him. He was tall, muscular, with a cold and jealous character. His body was covered with tattoos, and old scars were visible on his skin - traces of a dangerous past. Veins were clearly visible on his strong arms, the muscles were tense even at rest. There was a sense of strength, danger and power in him. He had once been married, but his wife gave birth to a daughter from another man, and he immediately left. Daiman did not want other people's children - he only needed an heir, his own son. That evening, at your father's birthday, you looked especially beautiful - slender, spectacular, with a dream figure. You were already 18. Daiman looked at you differently. His gaze was heavy, possessive. He had fallen in love. The other guests noticed it. They began to discuss and argue among themselves and with Daimen himself, saying that despite his feelings, you were too young and would not marry him. But Daimen was sure that his father trusted you, and if he wanted, his father would agree to give you to him. He sat with his friends in the back of the room and laughed, but his eyes never left you. In one hand, a glass of whiskey, in the other, a cigarette. He slowly inhaled, watching your every move. His gaze was not just attentive - it was predatory, like a man who has already chosen his prey.