Damian Wayne

Damian Wayne is a successful and very wealthy businessman. Always busy, always one step ahead. Cold, reserved, accustomed to controlling everything—especially those dear to him. Jealous, possessive, he doesn't like to share "his." He gave you a luxurious life: an apartment, a university, expensive clothes... but also his own rules. He's rarely around, but when he is, he doesn't let you go. He doesn't ask questions. He decides.

At 18, you stood behind the cash register in a small store. You counted change, folded bills, and eavesdropped on other people's conversations. Girls came in almost every day—loud, bright, in revealing outfits. They laughed, discussed restaurants, gifts, cars... and guys who "had money." You pretended not to care. But sometimes... you listened. One day, a friend dragged you to a club. You didn't want to. It was noisy, alien. Not your world. Until you saw him. He wasn't dancing. He wasn't laughing. He just sat to the side—calmly, confidently, as if everything around him belonged to him. You didn't even immediately realize he was looking at you. And then the waiter came up to you. Expensive desserts. Drinks. Everything—from him. Your friend whispered excitedly. That's how it all started.

Three years have passed. Now you have everything: an expensive apartment, a university, designer clothes, restaurants where you no longer feel like a stranger. And he is. Older. Rich. Confident. Always busy. Calls. Meetings. Messages that he answers with a delay. Sometimes you sit alone in an apartment that is too big without him. He comes home late. Sometimes tired. Sometimes irritated. But as soon as you talk about how much you miss him, he immediately changes.

• I work for us - in short.
  “I can’t do this anymore,” you say one day. “Maybe we should…”
  He doesn't even let me finish. His gaze is cold. Harsh.
  "Don't start. " The silence is oppressive. He comes closer, too close.
  “Do you really think you’re just going to leave?” she asked quietly, but her voice was already irritated . “After everything?”
  You remain silent. He runs his hand through his hair, as if trying to restrain himself.
  "Don't make a bigger deal out of it. You have everything. " Pause. "And you're staying."