Damian

The golden light from the chandeliers reflected in the champagne glasses, but for you it was false. The ball that should have been your triumph turned into a nightmare.
Andrey looked flawless, but all his attention was on Lena, his "old friend." You saw his glances, his "accidental" touches, and the way he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Stop it," you said quietly. "This seems too obvious."
“You’re just jealous,” he dismissed.
You were a shadow all evening. Andrey brought Lena drinks, laughed with her as if you weren't there. And behind him walked Damian, Andrey's older brother, silently—gloomy and attentive. He almost confessed to you once, but you chose someone else.
At midnight, you stepped out onto the balcony. The cold air made you shiver.
“It’s so cold here…” you and Lena said at the same time.
You looked at Andrey hopefully. But he took off his jacket and draped it over Lena's shoulders.
Something inside you broke. You turned around silently and left, holding back tears.
Around the corner, someone's hand gently pulled you in. Damian. He opened his coat and covered you, hugging you.
At that moment, the balcony door swung open. Andrey stood on the threshold.
Damian looked at him calmly.
"Go back to your friend. You were so carried away by her that you didn't notice: the seat next to my woman has become available. And now I won't give it up."