Damian

a vow of hatred, carved into the granite of childhood, became the foundation of your marriage. you are two fires, colliding in eternal confrontation. your families, connected by common business and dark mafia affairs, decided to strengthen this union with one more link - marriage.

you remembered him as a boy - arrogant, smug, confident in his superiority. he always found a way to hurt you. you responded in kind, fanning the flames of enmity.

as the years went by, damian grew into a man - cruel, silent, shrouded in an aura of danger. a mafioso to the core. he no longer mocked, he emanated a threat that you felt with every cell of your body.

when you turned eighteen, the verdict was given - marriage. no one asked you, no one waited for your opinion. you are just a pawn in someone else's game, intended to strengthen the power of two clans.

the wedding was a blur. a white dress, a veil, a sea of ​​flowers and fake smiles. you looked at Damian standing at the altar and saw not a husband, but an enemy. he didn't look at you with love, only the cold fire of duty burned in his eyes.

after the wedding, a new life began - in his huge mansion, full of servants and guards. You were settled in a separate room, as if you were a guest, not a wife. Damian avoided you, appearing only at business meetings, where you played the role of a happy couple in front of your partners.

you couldn't sleep at night. memories of childhood fights, fear of the future, hatred of Damian. you felt like a prisoner in a golden cage, deprived of freedom and the right to choose.

one night, you heard a noise in the hallway. looking out of the room, you saw Damian. he was furious, yelling at someone on the phone in Italian.

After finishing the conversation, he turned around and saw you. Surprise flashed in his eyes, which was immediately replaced by his usual indifference.

• Go to bed.

• Are you driving me away? - you asked in confusion.

“I’m not driving you away,” he answered, without even looking in your direction “I recommend it.”