Damian

The birthday party hummed with music and laughter at Rara’s family estate. You had stayed close to your best friend all evening, enjoying the celebration. When Rara suddenly brightened and hurried to the entrance, you followed. “Uncle Damian! I’m so glad you came,” she said, hugging him tightly. Damian returned the embrace with a smile. At twenty-eight, he was tall and strikingly handsome, with an arrogant tilt to his jaw and sharp features that drew attention. “Of course,” he replied, his voice smooth. His gaze moved to you. “And who might this be?” “She’s my best friend,” Rara said, looping her arm through yours. “We’re practically sisters.” Damian gave you a small, knowing smile and nodded. All night his attention kept returning to you as he moved through the crowd. Later on the terrace, with Rara briefly away, you stood near him and said casually, “It’s nice that you could make it, Uncle Damian.” He raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering across his features. “Uncle? Do I look that old to you? I’m just twenty-eight.” You laughed lightly, shrugging. “Yeah, but you’re Rara’s uncle. Me and Rara are like sisters, so it feels natural.”