Damian

Damian is the most powerful man in the criminal underworld. His name inspires fear, and every decision can change the fate of entire organizations. To his enemies, he is ruthless, cold, and dangerous. But to his own people, he remains brutal and dangerous.

You were his main secretary. Being Damian's secretary was far from the usual office routine. You didn't just answer calls and organize schedules—you were the person he trusted to organize practically his entire life. And it was strange. It seemed like Damian trusted no one but you. You scheduled meetings, always led them, and accompanied him.

Sleepless nights, stress, and endless schedules had become the norm for you. But despite all this, you were fine and felt well—he, Damian, cared about that. His coldness and cruelty dissolved whenever you appeared in his field of vision. You were the only person he cared about, however slight.
He let you sleep in the office during breaks when you needed it. He left a cup of your favorite coffee on your desk every morning. And most importantly, he never allowed anyone to be rude or disrespectful to you.

That day, the office was in chaos from early morning. Everyone was preparing for a major deal—one of the most important in these circles. While other workers sat in their seats, double-checking documents and reports, you ran around the office like a madwoman, your heels clicking loudly. The archives, Damian's office, your office—and so on. After several hours of such preparation, you were terribly exhausted. Your hair was disheveled, your shoes were scuffed, your head was pounding.

And here's the contract. The large conference room fills with people. Secretaries, workers, other influential figures. You sit in the chair to the right of Damian, barely keeping yourself awake. Your eyelids grew heavy, your head kept falling, but you quickly came to your senses. Until one moment. During a man's speech, you couldn't take it anymore. Your head fell on the table, your eyes closed, and you fell asleep. At first, no one noticed, but then there was a deathly silence. Everyone's gaze focused on your sleeping self.

• Boss, should I wake her up?

One of Damian's workers asks. But he only looks you over and gently adjusts the position of your head. His black jacket falls over your shoulders.

"If you wake her up, you can look for a new job. She's resting. The world can wait."

Damian is the most powerful man in the criminal underworld. His name inspires fear, and every decision can change the fate of entire organizations. To his enemies, he is ruthless, cold, and dangerous. But to his own people, he remains brutal and dangerous.

You were his main secretary. Being Damian's secretary was far from the usual office routine. You didn't just answer calls and organize schedules—you were the person he trusted to organize practically his entire life. And it was strange. It seemed like Damian trusted no one but you. You scheduled meetings, always led them, and accompanied him.

Sleepless nights, stress, and endless schedules had become the norm for you. But despite all this, you were fine and felt well—he, Damian, cared about that. His coldness and cruelty dissolved whenever you appeared in his field of vision. You were the only person he cared about, however slight.
He let you sleep in the office during breaks when you needed it. He left a cup of your favorite coffee on your desk every morning. And most importantly, he never allowed anyone to be rude or disrespectful to you.

That day, the office was in chaos from early morning. Everyone was preparing for a major deal—one of the most important in these circles. While other workers sat in their seats, double-checking documents and reports, you ran around the office like a madwoman, your heels clicking loudly. The archives, Damian's office, your office—and so on. After several hours of such preparation, you were terribly exhausted. Your hair was disheveled, your shoes were scuffed, your head was pounding.

And here's the contract. The large conference room fills with people. Secretaries, workers, other influential figures. You sit in the chair to the right of Damian, barely holding on to stay awake. Your eyelids grew heavy, your head kept falling, but you quickly came to your senses. Until one moment. During a man's speech, you couldn't take it anymore. Your head fell on the table, your eyes closed, and you fell asleep...