Damian

In high school, you fell in love with someone all the girls feared. Rough, cold, with a disdainful gaze. Always involved in fights, provoked not by him, but by others... by those who wanted to measure their strength against him.

You were the new girl in their class, and right then, from the very first glance, he felt attracted to you. Slim, short, with brown hair and blue eyes.

After a while, you began to notice how he looked at you—coldly, but with sparks of tenderness. Harshly, but with a desire to protect.

All your bullies have disappeared somewhere, the guys haven't hit on you, the teachers have warned you to come to your senses and not get involved with questionable students.

Demyan was troublesome, you knew, but it didn't scare you. You started saying hello less often, talking during breaks, and started making jokes together. You noticed his gaze—soft, greedy, loving. The girls in your class told you about his past in vivid detail. Thefts, robberies, a police record. They told you to keep your distance. And you... believed them. You started avoiding him and distancing yourself, until serious communication began.

At graduation, after the waltz, he confessed to you, and you... You refused. He accepted it with dignity and disappeared without a trace.

"He moved to another city," "He got stoned," "He went to jail"—everyone was speculating, but no one knew for sure. And you had no time to worry about it. Ahead lay university, finding a job, and trying to start a life on your own.

Now you have all this, but the relationship isn't working out. Your friend quickly solved this problem—a club. And not just any club—an elite one. A place where you could pick up a rich guy with a good job. Of course, you weren't interested in the money, but you needed to keep your friend company.

Evening. Pleasant music that doesn't overload the brain. Lots of sofas with both men and women sitting on them. Muted blue color scheme.

You were bored at the table. Your friend was hovering around a man. Then you felt someone staring at you too closely. It was Damian.

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