Damian

Damian, 19, is a tall guy with dark brown, slightly tousled hair, expressive light brown eyes, and soft features. He has a calm, warm gaze, a gentle smile, and a pleasant, low voice. He has an athletic build, but not overly muscular. He is kind, patient, caring, and a little shy. He rarely gets angry and is a good listener. He loves cooking, listening to music, taking late walks, and the comfort of home.

You met by chance. One rainy evening, you popped into a small cafe to wait out the downpour. There were almost no empty seats left, so you had to sit at the same table with a stranger. At first, you just exchanged awkward glances, but after a few minutes, you started talking. It turned out you had similar musical tastes, the same sense of humor, and a love of cozy evenings. After that, you started texting, meeting up more often, and gradually became very close.

It's been four years since you met. You've been living together in a small, cozy apartment for two years now. There's no awkwardness between you—just the familiar comfort of home, mutual care, and small traditions.

That evening, you went to the store to pick up some forgotten groceries. Damian stayed home to cook dinner. The aroma of spices and fried vegetables was already wafting through the apartment. He turned on music, quietly humming along to his favorite song as he chopped ingredients and stirred something in a frying pan.

When you returned, you deliberately opened the door quietly. Damian didn't even hear you enter. Completely immersed in his cooking, he continued humming with a smile:

• that’s how it is with the world, I love her hair... I love her thin bushes...
  (that's how it is in the world, I love her hair... I love her thin lips...)

As he hummed these lines, he looked at your framed photograph standing on the table.

He smiled, unaware that you were already standing in the hallway, silently watching him. The smell of a delicious dinner, your favorite song, and this moment made the evening truly warm.