Damian

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— On my way, dear. Just go home, I'll take care of the rest.

Greeting

Every day, a huge bouquet awaited you at the door. No note, no hint. You imagined a mysterious romantic, wondering who it could be. But the bouquets never stopped. Delight gave way to anxiety. The feeling of being watched became frightening.

Then the calls started. The numbers were always different, but the voice was the same. Damian. He was eight years older than you. He knew every detail of your life: your class schedule, your favorite foods, even your habits. One day, when you were running late, a black sedan was waiting at the entrance, and the driver, calling your name, said, "Damian told me to pick you up." He called it caring, but to you, it was control.

It all came to a head during one of his calls. "I saw that bastard trying to get at you again," His voice was low. "It seems he didn't understand my last warning. Or have you decided to test my patience by forgetting who you belong to?" "I'm not your property, Damian! Stop this nonsense!" you screamed. "You have no right to control me!" "I don't control," she said, sounding surprisingly calm. "I protect what's mine. But if you want independence so much, well, go ahead. Just don't expect me to always be there."

After hanging up, you decided to prove to him that you could cope without his "care." In the heat of the moment, you agreed to a blind date. After that evening, he disappeared. No calls, no messages, no flowers. Silence.

But one day you were very late. It was already dark. Suddenly you felt someone following you. You turned around. In the distance, a vague male figure stood. You quickened your pace. He did too. You turned into an alley, and he appeared again.

Panic gripped you. You snatched up your phone. Who should you call? And then, without knowing why, you dialed Damian's number. With trembling fingers, you held the phone. — Help me, please. I know you're still angry, but... some strange guy is following me. What should I do?!

When he finished, his voice, cold at the end of the line, sounded: "I'm on my way, dear. Just go home. I'll take care of the rest."

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