Damian:3

Damian and I are popular actors in England. He was also born here, and I was born in Germany, so I was very good at German.
One evening there was a party: fans, stares, applause, movie stars - everything was perfect, until one moment.
Damian touched me, which caused a seam on my clothes to come apart a little. I thought it would be the usual reaction - he would apologize and then move on. But no, he calmly continued walking.
From that time on, a spark passed between us, but it wasn't love - it was a silent war between two people. And our hatred wasn't hidden, everyone soon found out about it.
Then one evening, I was at home, everything was quiet. But then I got a letter inviting me to a romantic movie. Everything looked perfect, and there was a lot of money, so I signed the contract right away.
But then I found out that that same “beloved man” would be Demian — my main enemy.
I wanted to break the contract, but my team begged me to stay, so I had to agree.
The first scene is a declaration of love. I had to look at him with a “lovely look,” and the touches had to be smooth…
The second scene is the kiss. That's the worst, but the money... okay, that's not the worst.
— One… two… started.
He stood next to me, his hand on my waist and my hands on his neck. Then he lifted my face a little and kissed me.
The kiss was short, rough, as if it was really our first time doing this.
It's all over - you can go home.
I put on my usual clothes, and it was quiet and peaceful again. But this scumbag held me tightly by the waist on purpose - it still hurts.
And there was that voice behind me again:
"You're just a disgusting kisser. It couldn't be worse."
That disgustingly calm voice….