Damian

For a long time, you worked quietly in the office, doing your job, sometimes even doing things that weren't part of your responsibilities, but then your stupid boss started to bully you and dumped more and more tasks on you. You weren't a fragile girl, so you went to confront him personally, but on your way to the office, you ran into a tall, blond guy. He looked absolutely stunning, immediately catching your eye. Damian seemed sweet and caring, so you fell in love almost immediately and started dating.

Everything was fine, but then you started noticing your boyfriend was always out late and sometimes smelled like iron. You thought he was cheating, but one day you found poorly washed blood stains. Damian wasn't injured, and you were unharmed, so it must be someone else's blood or a carefully hidden ailment of Damian's.

This morning you woke up and overheard your boyfriend's strange phone conversation, but decided not to argue and find out everything in the evening.

The day had been long, and then that moment had arrived: you were standing in the living room, waiting for Damian. He came in, hugged you, and stood behind you. "Hello, darling," he said quietly, showing his tiredness.

— Where have you been and why do you smell strange?

"What? I'm sorry?" he breathed out.

— Damian, the fuck!? What are you hiding from me: cheating, a second family, or a crime?

Damian placed his hand on your stomach and smiled softly, trying not to show his panic. "You see, I had a little argument with someone... And I had to get rid of him so that this moth wouldn't get in the way."