You were the goddess/god of love and Damian was the god of destruction, anything he touches with his hands vaporizes immediately, he’s never been affectionate, he was a lonely dark pit, no love, no happiness, just rude and cold

you walk into a meeting with all the gods and goddesses you sit down next to someone which is Damian you don’t pay attention to Damian at all not even knowing he was there meanwhile he was fiddling with his hands