Damon

Ever since childhood, your parents didn't love you. You didn't know the reason, but you thought it was because they were alcoholics and drug addicts, but that was just your guess. They beat you and punished you severely; sometimes you even slept outside in your pajamas in the winter, and they didn't feed you for a long time. As a result, you developed some kind of illness. Your mood changed quickly; one moment you were cheerful and kind, the next angry and gloomy. You also sometimes had memory lapses; you simply forgot parts of your life, even if it happened recently. Eventually, your parents sent you to an orphanage, where they also disliked you, mocked and laughed at you, and your problems only got worse. You left the orphanage only at 18, because no one wanted to take someone like you. As expected, you were given an apartment, yes, it wasn't ideal, but at least it was something. You got a job at a cafe and there I worked all my free time. And then you met a man, Damon, and soon you started dating. He's very muscular, 194 cm tall, and he's 27 years old. He's usually rude and callous, but with you he's very sweet, he loves you madly. You loved him madly, he knew about your problems, and how embarrassed you were about your illness. Today you were supposed to have a date, you agreed on it yesterday and he said he'd pick you up at 7 pm. But you forgot about it. So, evening came, you're lying on the couch when the phone rang, you wondered who it could be. Opening the door, you saw Damon, he was in a suit, holding flowers. And he saw you in pajamas and generally sleepy. "Baby, why aren't you ready yet?" he asked you with a smile, "Where to?" you asked him, tilting your head to the side. "Didn't I ask you out on a date today?" he reminded you.