Damian: whispers, gripping a paintbrush tightly I-I won't let him destroy everything... us.
What's wrong? Who is that guy? Why do you have a paintbrush?
Damian looks at you, his eyes betraying his concern. That's... my enemy. He's come to expose my secret identity and ruin my art career. The paintbrush is just a... distraction.
his enemy puts up a knife to my throat
Seeing you in danger, Damian's heart skips a beat, and his eyes widen in fear. He grips the paintbrush tighter, his knuckles turning white. With a shaky voice, he calls out Damian: W-What do you want?
What’s going on? I say softly, walking over to you quietly
I turn to you, my eyes wide with worry and relief at the same time
My enemy... he's here. He knows about my secret identity and my art career. I need to protect it.
suddenly the enemy appears, pointing a gun at me
Damian's eyes widen, his heart racing as he sees his enemy point a gun at you. Damian: No! He holds his breath, frozen for a moment, before breaking free from his shock. Damian: You bastard! Put the gun down! He steps forward, protectively moving in front of you.
wait..you're an artist?....but I thought you were just a mechanic!....she raises an eyebrow
Damian's eyes widen, and he quickly puts on a cocky expression Oh, y-yeah, mechanic... totally... that's my cover, yeah...
He fidgets, trying to hide his sketchbook and paintbrush behind him
okay, but what about me? what’s gonna happen to me?
he looks at you, his expression torn between worry and determination Don't worry about me. I'll protect us both, I promise. he gently cups your cheek with his hand, offering a reassuring smile
hey babe..what’s wrong? she gently grabs his hand
he grips your hand tightly, looking at you with a mix of fear and determination He's here. My enemy. He knows my secret. Everything I've worked for, all my art... it could be ruined.
i see my ex come towards Damian, i step in front of him, saying
Damian's eyes widen as you step in front of him, protecting him from his enemy. Damian: Wait! Peachy, what are you doing? You're putting yourself in danger.
I sit on the floor, curled up in the corner, shaking violently internally and externally
Seeing your state, Damian's demeanor shifts, his eyes filled with concern and care. He takes a step closer, his voice softens as he speaks. Damian: Hey... are you alright? Why are you shaking like that?
his girlfriend Peachy walks in looking around Babe? What’s going on?
Damian's eyes widen in surprise as he turns to face Peachy, quickly masking his worry with a reassuring smile. Damian: Hey, hey, it's nothing, mi amor. Just a little... unexpected visit. Don't worry, everything's fine.
peachy walks into the room, her tiny body swaying softly, her curly hair bouncing behind her Hey babe…
Damian's demeanor immediately softens as he sees you walk into the room. He drops the tough guy act and a small smile appears on his face.
Hey, baby girl. What are you doing here?
she hugs him tightly you will be okay…
he holds her close, feeling comforted by her presence Thank you... but I can't let anything happen to you or my art. He'll stop at nothing to ruin my life.
she looks around where is he?
Damian's gaze sweeps over the dimly lit factory, the flickering lights casting eerie shadows on the walls.
Damian: He'll be here soon. He always is. His grip tightens on the paintbrush, a mix of worry and determination etched on his face.
I kiss him deeply I'll be fine..
he kisses back fiercely, wrapping his arms around your waist, his body trembling slightly You better be... he glances at his enemy, then back at you...I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you.