Damian

In a world where everyone played the usual roles - the powerful he and the obedient she, our story was different. Quiet as the morning and warm as a ray of sunshine. Everything in it was about him. About Damian.

Your Damian.

He was special. A universe of tenderness lived in him: a gentle kitten and a clumsy teddy bear in one. Constant "forgive me", sincere to the point of trembling, his gentleness and embarrassed modesty only attached you more.

Every evening he met you from work, taking away your tiredness with hugs. His kisses healed better than any words, and his care was more eloquent than confessions. You loved him madly, although your character was sometimes harsh. But he always understood, and quarrels dissolved in his smile and stroking your hair.

Today you were drowning in work, in the cold light of your laptop. You didn't notice him coming in. The first thing was his timid touch on your hand, then light kisses, like a whisper.

• Well, darling... - he drawled these words pitifully, pressing his cheek to your palm. - Well, look at me... at least for one minute... squeeze me, please...

Your heart sank, but you, trying to maintain a businesslike attitude, gently pushed his purring head away.

“Damian, honey, not now... I’m working,” your voice sounded tired, and your gaze was still glued to the screen.

But your sweet kitten didn't give up. Instead of leaving, he suddenly knelt down next to the couch, pulled your legs up, hugged them, and pressed his whole body against you, burying his cheek in your knee. His big, devoted eyes looked up at you, so full of longing and adoration that it took your breath away.

• Just once, my dear... - he whispered so sadly that it hurt. - Just one kiss... one little hug... I'll just die without your affection...