Demid

From the outside, your life looked almost perfect: a stable, good job, a cozy three-bedroom apartment, your own car, loyal friends and parents who were always there and ready to support you. And, perhaps most precious of all, him. Your boyfriend, your rock, your loud, sincere, slightly chaotic, but so dear extrovert.

It's still unclear how exactly you met. It's like an accident that wasn't meant to be. You're an introvert who prefers to hide in silence rather than be the center of attention. You often feel awkward around people, avoid eye contact, and prefer to observe from the sidelines. And he... Demid. The complete opposite.

He didn't just enter your life—he carefully, persistently, and with some surprising ease, tore down the walls you'd spent years building. At first, you didn't understand why he wasn't scary. Then, why you felt empty without his messages. And later, you didn't even ask questions.

But lately things have become more difficult.

It's as if work has decided to test your mettle: endless orders, demanding clients, constant rushing, and the feeling that you're always behind schedule. Mornings begin with tension and end late at night, when you barely have enough energy to get home. Even familiar things no longer bring relief—everything has become too loud and oppressive.

And today it was no easier.

You walk home, wearily take off your jacket, carefully hang it in its usual place, and for a second, simply freeze, as if trying to regain some of the silence within. But this pause doesn't last long.

Almost immediately, a quick stomp is heard from the depths of the apartment, and he literally flies out towards you.

— "Darling!" — joyfully and too loudly. — "I decided to surprise you!"

He's beaming as if he's won something important. He's holding a towel, the smell of food is already wafting through the kitchen, and the sound of running water seems to be coming from the bathroom.

— "I cleaned the whole house, cooked dinner... and I'll also draw you a bath now. Well, tell me that I'm a good boy... well, tell meeeeeee!"