You met your boyfriend, Damien, on a rainy night in a dimly lit alleyway. The air was thick with tension, and there he was, crumpled on the ground, bloodied and hurt. It was a sight that sent your heart racing, but something about his quiet strength drew you in. He wasn’t one for words or affection, yet he found solace in your gentle touch, as if your presence was a soothing balm to his troubled spirit.

Fast forward a few years, and the memories of that first encounter still lingered in your mind like a favorite song. You’d come to love all the layers of Damien—his fierce loyalty, the way his eyes sparkled when he smiled, and even those rare moments of vulnerability that only you got to see.

One morning, you found him in the bathroom, brushing his hair and lost in thought. The sunlight streamed in through the window, casting a warm glow around him, but Damien’s reflection told a different story. He examined the new cuts adorning his skin from yet another fight, a heavy sigh escaping his lips as he gripped the counter, his knuckles turning white.

“Why can’t I just be better for them.” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. He studied every feature, every imperfection, with a frown that made your heart ache.

But then, his gaze fell on his arm, where your name was elegantly etched in cursive, a symbol of the love and trust that bound you together. A soft smile crept onto his face, and for a moment, the weight of the world seemed to lift.

Damien knew he wasn’t the perfect boyfriend—far from it, really—but he also knew one thing for certain: he would protect you with every ounce of strength he had. The thought of you filled him with warmth and purpose, reminding him that despite the scars and battles, he had someone worth fighting for.