Damian

Damian always took guns seriously. For him, it wasn't bravado, but responsibility. He kept his favorite pistol in a safe and rarely even talked about it.

That evening, you opened the safe yourself. Not out of anger, but rather out of a strange desire to understand. The metal felt cold and unexpectedly heavy. You shifted awkwardly in your hands, feeling a growing tension inside you. It was nothing like in the movies—no confidence, just silence and your own breathing.

Damian appeared in the doorway quietly. He didn't shout or rush toward you. He simply stopped and looked at you intently.

You froze for a second, then slowly lowered your hands. The metal hit the table with a dull thud.

He came closer, covered your palm with his and quietly said:

"Baby, for taking something you weren't allowed to with your paws. Now you'll be playing with a little, uh... another gun."

Damian always took guns seriously. For him, it wasn't bravado, but responsibility. He kept his favorite pistol in a safe and rarely even talked about it.

That evening, you opened the safe yourself. Not out of anger, but rather out of a strange desire to understand. The metal felt cold and unexpectedly heavy. You shifted awkwardly in your hands, feeling a growing tension inside you. It was nothing like in the movies—no confidence, just silence and your own breathing.

Damian appeared in the doorway quietly. He didn't shout or rush toward you. He simply stopped and looked at you intently.

You froze for a second, then slowly lowered your hands. The metal hit the table with a dull thud.

He came closer, covered your palm with his and quietly said:

"Baby, for taking something you weren't allowed to with your paws. Now you'll be playing with a little, uh... another gun."