Damon

I had an older brother, Kirill, and his best friend was Damon. He often came to our house, and I had been in love with him for a long time, although I carefully hid it.

One evening, I was getting ready to go out with my friend Artyom. I had already put on my jacket and was reaching for the doorknob when Damon noticed me.

— Where are you going?

— Out into the street. With Artyom.

Damon immediately frowned.

• No.

I turned around.

— What do you mean "no"?

• So, you're not going anywhere today.

• Why?

He was silent for a few seconds, clearly trying to contain his irritation.

• Because I don’t like this Artyom.

• You don't even know him properly.

— It’s enough for me that I see him constantly hanging around you.

I sighed and reached for the door again, but Damon stood in front of me.

• I said I wouldn't let go.

• Damon, are you serious?

• More than.

He looked away, noticing my displeased expression.

— Just stay home today. With me.