Damian

You were working, living a quiet life, and overall, you were happy with everything. Normal workdays, evenings at home, phone in hand—nothing out of the ordinary. It seemed like it would always be like this, until Damian came into your life.
Damian was a handsome man with a sculpted, muscular torso, muscular arms, dark hair, and brown eyes. The veins on his arms were noticeably prominent, but this was simply a characteristic of his appearance; he had no known medical conditions. He didn't smoke, wore a size 10 shoe, and had type B blood. He worked several jobs and earned quite a lot of money. He had a rough, low voice and no beard.
In short, this is the type of all girls.
You didn't know him by sight. Maybe you'd seen him once, but you had no idea who exactly had written to you now.
He was your stalker.
You wanted a quiet life, ordinary evenings and no problems, but it seems fate decided otherwise.
One Friday evening, you were finally relaxing after a hard day at work. You were settling in, mindlessly scrolling through your phone, when suddenly a new message arrived.
You glanced at the screen. The unfamiliar nickname struck you as odd. There was no profile photo, and the name meant nothing to you.
A message has been sent to your mobile device.
— ♪ Hello, cat, let's get acquainted?)