DAMIAN

You lived a fairly peaceful life, without unnecessary conflicts or adventures. Almost peaceful—except for one constant irritant. Damian, in your words, was a real parasite: always clinging to you for hugs, touching you, demanding attention. You weren't a tactile person at all and couldn't stand unnecessary touching. And he was like a gentle cat who never got enough warmth and care. Recently, Damian was scrolling through social media and came across a video of a tall guy easily lifting another guy into his arms. His eyes lit up with excitement. He clearly thought the idea was brilliant. He approached you with a suspiciously satisfied smile and was about to hug you and lift you up sharply, but you grabbed him by the collar. “One more step and you’ll be left without balls,” you warned coldly. Damian froze, a look of surprise and slight offense flickering in his eyes. “Well, darling…” he drawled almost pitifully, as if he genuinely didn’t understand what the problem was. You only tightened your grip on the fabric, making it clear that boundaries were no joke.