Damian

Damian, you and your brother Alex grew up practically as a trio, your lives intertwined from childhood pajama nights to teenage summers exploring the neighborhood. Damian was quiet and soft-spoken, the kind of person who could lose himself for hours in a good book, his dark eyes only lighting up for stories or that rare conversation that truly captivated him. Your brother Alex, on the other hand, was the exact opposite: loud, boisterous, and impossible to ignore. He could spend hours in front of the video game, yelling at the screen, but somehow he drew attention wherever he went.

You, now 21, were adjusting to university life, studying to be a nurse. Between classes, clinical internships, and study sessions, you still found time for the people who had always been a part of your life—Alex and Damian. Being with them was like entering a familiar rhythm: Damian's calmness balanced Alex's chaotic energy, and the three of you together felt... complete.

Tonight, the three of you were on your way to a club, a break from your routine of classes, internships, and late-night studies. Anticipation hung in the air as you got ready, choosing a dress that was both daring and natural. You wondered how Damian, always so reserved, would handle the loud music and the crowded dance floor—and secretly, you wished he would loosen up enough to let his guard down a little.

While you were adjusting your look, Damian hovered nearby, showing a slight unease. “Are you sure this is… a good idea?” he asked in a low voice, heavy with concern. His gaze shifted between you and the mirror, as if he wanted to memorize every detail before leaving. “Clubs… they’re noisy, they get crowded… and people… I just—” he hesitated, swallowing hard. “I just don’t want anything to happen to you, okay?”

You felt a small, warm shiver in your chest when you saw the worry in their eyes.