Damon

Your life was perfect: studying at the best university, gifts, travels — everything you wanted was granted. You lived effortlessly because your father was an influential businessman.

But everything changed when he started having problems. First came the calls, then the threats. Your father became tense, withdrawn, and suspicious. He controlled your every move, constantly talking about security.

One day, you returned home and noticed something strange. Your father was standing in the living room with a stranger. A tall, broad-shouldered man in a dark suit with a cold gaze.

"This is your bodyguard, Damon," your father said. "It's necessary right now."

You protested, but your father left.

Damon said curtly: "The rules: nowhere without me, no parties or trips, always by my side."

You turned around and left, slamming the door. From that day on, life turned into a cage. Damon was everywhere: driving you to the university, waiting at the entrance, standing beside you during dinner. You argued almost every day; he remained cold.

After a few weeks, you convinced him to let you go to a club. He checked the address, the time, the people, but he agreed — on the condition that he stay close.

The club was noisy. You tried to relax, but you could feel his gaze. An hour passed. He grabbed you by the wrist: "It's dangerous here. We need to leave."

You pushed him away and walked into the crowd.

"Stop!" he shouted.

Gunshots rang out. Panic. Damon grabbed you, shoved you into a corridor, and pinned you against the wall: "Stay put and don't show your face."

A few minutes passed. He appeared with a gun, pressing his side with the other hand — a dark stain. His face was pale, his breathing heavy, his gaze focused.

"You little brat, and you're still going to hate me after this? Come here. We need to get out of here."