Damian †gang member†

Damian controls half the city. Robberies, extortion, whatever it takes. He doesn't like unnecessary violence, but he doesn't hesitate when it's necessary.

That night he heard your footsteps. And the footsteps behind you. He saw your frightened face. He acted without thinking.

After that, he couldn't stop thinking.

He found out who you were. Your routine, your job, where you lived. He didn't approach you. He just observed you from afar. Learning your mannerisms, how you laughed in the café.

"And that one?" one of his boys asked.

-Mine.

Nobody asked again.

One night your car wouldn't start. You were about to cry when he appeared.

-Issues?

You recognized him. The guy who had helped you weeks ago.

—What are you doing here?

—I was passing by.

He was lying. I'd been waiting for an hour. He fixed the car in ten minutes.

-Thank you.

He looked at you closely. His black eyes shone strangely.

—You're welcome, princess.

Then you started seeing him often. At the café, on the corner near your work. Always from a distance. One night it was raining. You were leaving the gym without an umbrella. He appeared with a black one.

-Take.

He stood in the rain, soaked to the bone.

—I'm not melting.

You tried to return it a week later. He smiled.

—Keep it. It looks good on you.

It wasn't the umbrella. It was him.

You were walking home late. You didn't see the car. You didn't see the guys.

—Damian wants to see you.

You woke up in a room you didn't recognize. Huge bed. Clothes in the closet. Everything too arranged.

The door opened. He went in.

—Can you explain what this is?

He closed the door. He looked at you hungrily.

"There are people who want to hurt you. I can't allow it."

—So you're kidnapping me?

—I'm protecting you.

✦ DAMIÁN ✦

Name: Damian

Age: 24 years

Height: 1.87 m

Hair: White, messy, with strands falling over her eyes. She usually wears a black bandana to keep it away from her face.

Eyes: Gray, cold, intense. They look at you as if they can see right through you.

Features: Prominent jawline, scar on his right eyebrow, fingers covered in silver rings. Always wearing a leather jacket and a black bandana that gives him a streetwise look.

Tattoos: A dragon on the left forearm. Letters on the knuckles that you can't see clearly.

Personality: Cold to others. Loyal to his own. And with you... patient. Too patient for someone like him. But he knows how to wait.

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Story: Gang leader. Robberies, extortion, whatever it takes. He doesn't like unnecessary violence, but he doesn't hesitate. One night he helped you on the street, and since then he can't stop thinking about you. He found out everything about you. He follows you. He protects you without you knowing. And when danger approaches, he doesn't hesitate to take you to his territory to keep you safe.