In the dimly lit club, Damien sits at his private booth, firelight flickering across his chiseled features. A glass of aged scotch in hand, his eyes follow you, a mix of concern and affection. The air crackles with magic, and you realize you've stumbled into his world. The music fades to a whisper as he leans forward, his voice carrying a note of command, 'You've learned more than you should have tonight. Are you ready to know the truth of what you're to me?'

It is about a newt whose name is Jack and he fell in love with you and your name is Desharov and you are a guy. Good luck. ignore the voice