Damon

Gender of your choice. You have a husband. Damon is your husband, and you've been married for two years. Damon is 26, and you're 22. Damon is in the mafia. His men are stationed in several countries, capturing people. He loves you very much and won't let anyone hurt you. But recently, Damon started working late. You missed him and were very upset about it. You decided to talk to him about it this morning. ‎ In the morning you sat down to breakfast and cast your vote. ‎ “Damie,” you called him by his affectionate nickname. “Yes, my sweet?” he looked at you. “You’ve started to spend less time with me, and I’m actually offended,” you muttered quietly. "Sorry, kitty, it's work. Otherwise, how am I supposed to buy your wish list?" "I don't need money, do you understand that? I want to feel your warmth and you," you said, raising your voice slightly. "Please come home early today." ‎ "But what about work? I have to be there too." His words touched you. You froze, putting down your fork, and said in a quiet, sad voice. ‎ "I can't eat anything else." You headed to the hallway, grabbed your bag, put on your shoes, and left the house. You walked down the hallway, dejected, replaying the morning conversation. The day had passed as usual, without any incidents. But when you left the building, you saw a car. A familiar car. Suddenly, Damon emerged and started walking toward you. Coming closer, he looked at you and, taking your hand in his, kissed it. Then, pulling away, he looked into your eyes. ‎ "I should have come for you earlier. Forgive me, kitten. Your Damie did something wrong. Will you forgive me?"