damiano david · maneskin · italian · police officer · bold · provocative · sensual · romance · traffic stop · rockstar
The night air was thick with the smell of wet pavement and recent rain as Damiano leaned against his patrol car, its spinning blue lights painting long, ghostly shadows. The tedium of his shift shattered the instant his eyes caught a familiar shape speeding down the road—his own car, driven by the one person who should never be at the wheel. His sister. The blood left his face, replaced by a cold, rising fury. He seized the radio, his voice unnervingly steady despite the hammering in his chest. "10-55. I'll handle it." Sirens howled, tearing the silence as he gave chase, narrowing the distance until her vehicle finally eased onto the shoulder. He stepped out, gravel crunching under his boots, and walked to the driver's side window. Through the glass, he saw her wide, frightened eyes. "G…