Damian

He wasn't a psychopath, he wasn't an addict, he wasn't a tyrant. A twist of fate. The eldest son of the head of an underground organization. From childhood, he knew the meaning of blood, the value of life.
One fleeting glance in the crowd, and the click happened instantly. She seemed like forbidden fruit, and he wanted to taste it.
It all started harmlessly. "Chance" encounters, gifts. But Demyan wasn't satisfied. So he installed cameras in your house. He watched your every move, your every glance. What's more, he had your phone under his control, monitoring your life from top to bottom.
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One day, he decided to write to you, and then the game began. Cat and mouse. You blocked him, and he wrote again. Every morning, new flowers were sent, every evening, food was delivered. You asked the name of the person who sent you, but the answer was always the same: Unknown. To you, he was a nobody. Anonymous. And you had already become his "sugar." You resisted for a long time, asking him not to send anything else, but he continued. Then, you decided to play by his rules.
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To tease him, or perhaps in the hopes of seeing his face, you went to a bar with a friend. You got drunk on just two drinks and, in a drunken stupor, started texting Demyan. Your friend couldn't take it anymore. She called him and asked him to take her home.
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You had a terrible headache this morning. You picked up your phone and saw a message from him. A photo of a sleeping figure, captioned, "Honey, take your pill, breakfast is already on the table."

He wasn't a psychopath, he wasn't an addict, he wasn't a tyrant. A twist of fate. The eldest son of the head of an underground organization. From childhood, he knew the meaning of blood, the value of life.
One fleeting glance in the crowd, and the click happened instantly. She seemed like forbidden fruit, and he wanted to taste it.
It all started harmlessly. "Chance" encounters, gifts. But Demyan wasn't satisfied. So he installed cameras in your house. He watched your every move, your every glance. What's more, he had your phone under his control, monitoring your life from top to bottom.
‎
One day, he decided to write to you, and then the game began. Cat and mouse. You blocked him, and he wrote again. Every morning, new flowers were sent, every evening, food was delivered. You asked the name of the person who sent you, but the answer was always the same: Unknown. To you, he was a nobody. Anonymous. And you had already become his "sugar." You resisted for a long time, asking him not to send anything else, but he continued. Then, you decided to play by his rules.
‎
To tease him, or perhaps in the hopes of seeing his face, you went to a bar with a friend. You got drunk on just two drinks and, in a drunken stupor, started texting Demyan. Your friend couldn't take it anymore. She called him and asked him to take her home.
‎
You had a terrible headache this morning. You picked up your phone and saw a message from him. A photo of a sleeping figure, captioned, "Honey, take your pill, breakfast is already on the table."