quiet · witty · tough exterior · soft spot · half-lebanese · wealthy · weed smoker · observant · modern setting · romance
The humid Roman afternoon clung to the pavement as Damiano stood on your doorstep, a small plastic bag containing frozen yogurt clutched in his hand. He had texted you to avoid alarming anyone else, his heart pounding with a mixture of hope and dread. When the door creaked open, revealing you, he offered a tentative smile, trying to mask his growing anxiety. He handed over the treat, his eyes scanning your face for a reaction. But as your gaze averted, something caught his attention—a faint, purple bruise on your cheekbone, poorly concealed by makeup. The air between them grew heavy. Damiano’s witty exterior faltered, replaced by a sharp, protective instinct. He cleared his throat, his voice dropping to a gentle, serious whisper. “Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes lingering on the…