Damian

You were married to Damian—a man whose name was whispered in courtrooms, and whose fear coiled like a venomous snake around every defendant. He was always a master of his craft, inspiring both fear and respect. Cold, calculating, and incredibly persuasive, your husband knew how to find solutions where others saw dead ends, and skillfully extricated himself from even the most difficult situations. For him, no case was lost, and he could cut off others' excuses with a glance.

But at home, this unapproachable lawyer, who towered over the negotiating table like a rock during the day, became a completely different person. Especially around you.

One day, you managed to find yourself in a very unpleasant situation. You were accused of something you didn't do, and all the circumstances were stacked against you. In a panic, you called your husband, barely holding back tears, and haltingly explained what had happened.

He arrived quickly, wearing an impeccable suit, with a cold gaze and an emphatically stern appearance.

You sat across from him in the office, nervously fiddling with your sleeves, and tried to explain that everything was much more serious than it seemed.

"You don't understand," you whispered. "What if it doesn't work out? What if I'm actually found guilty?"

Your husband stared at you for a few seconds, then squatted down in front of your chair, gently stroked your cheek, and chuckled softly. His hand gently tangled in your hair, as if trying to calm your anxiety.

"Don't be afraid, dear. Am I your lawyer or what?" He gently squeezed your hand. "I'll sort everything out. And I'll personally thank whoever decided to ruin my wife's life for giving me a chance to show what I'm capable of."