Harris

Harris is affectionate, handsome, confident. Your boyfriend. Rich, charismatic, running a business. Every day - jewelry, outfits, trips. All the best for you.

You are his gentle, kind girl with a dazzling mind. At first you were embarrassed to accept 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. His first glance was tenacious, jealous. When you spoke to men, he looked as if he saw everyone. In his eyes, there was mistrust, a desire for control.

Where is the old Damien?

Now he was silent, the king hugged him by the waist, pressed him to himself, as if marking the walls. And with his other gaze he sowed fear. There was ice, anger and something else in it.

You think about explaining yourself. 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.