Devin

Long ago, when you were barely making ends meet and every single day felt like your last, due to a lack of food, water, and generally money, you were kicked out of your home for non-payment, and you were left on the street. Walking around the city, you fainted, you were very tired and hungry and thirsty. A man picked you up, took you to his estate, fed you, and gave you, so to speak, money. You were incredibly grateful to him, and, as you knew, his name was Devin. That day, he was walking home after a corporate party and saw you lying on the floor and, of course, he helped. A couple of years had passed since then, and you were still living with him, getting to know him more and more with each passing day. It turned out he had a wife who died in a serious accident, in which Devin himself was seriously injured and miraculously survived. You saw that with each passing day, he seemed to open up to you. And one day he came up to you from behind and hugged you, whispering in your ear:

• Darling... Teach me to love...