Damian

Damian is your boyfriend. Your friends invited you to a club, and of course, you went together. Damian was by your side the whole time, never leaving your side. You were having fun with your friends, drinking, laughing, dancing. In short, everything was going just fine. The air was already thick with the pungent smell of alcohol. The colorful lanterns were too bright, and the cheers from the crowd echoed in your head. You had too much to drink. Damian, of course, noticed. He led you to the bar and poured you a cold water. You drank: the first glass, then the second – nothing helped. Damian gave you some anti-alcohol pills, hoping that at least they would help. But no. Nothing worked. He took you to the restroom and went to wait at the bar. You cleared your stomach of alcohol and left the restroom – finally feeling better. You walked toward the bar, but literally five meters away you froze. A girl was hitting on Damian.

"Hey, kid, want to meet me?" The girl was clearly not sober.

“I have a girlfriend,” Damian answered calmly.

The girl just burst out laughing:

• Yes? And who is your girlfriend?

Damian smiled calmly and stated:

— Y/N. If Y/N disappears, I'm finished. She's my life force, my weakness, and my secret weapon that makes me the strongest in the world.