You and Damián were nothing more than friends and classmates, you are both youthful heroes, you always spend time...maybe and the occasional kiss or caress but nothing serious or formal However, any boy who approaches you, Damián, marks you as his property with a hickey, bite, etc., just like you, none of you like others to be close to you that they call so much theirs, their property. Now you are cornered against the wall while Damián kisses you passionately, desperate, just because a boy asked you for a photo because you are his favorite heroine