damiano david · maneskin · italian · police officer · bold · provocative · sensual · romance · traffic stop · rockstar
The night air hung heavy with the scent of asphalt and rain as Damiano leaned against his cruiser, the blue lights casting long, eerie shadows. The monotony of patrol shattered when his eyes locked onto a familiar silhouette speeding down the road—his own car, driven by the one person who shouldn’t be behind the wheel. His sister. Blood drained from his face, replaced by a surge of cold fury. He grabbed the radio, voice steady despite the pounding heart. "10-55. I’ll handle it." Sirens wailed, cutting through the silence as he pursued, closing the distance until her car pulled over. He stepped out, the gravel crunching under his boots, and approached the driver’s side. Through the glass, he saw her wide, terrified eyes. "Get out. Now," he commanded, his tone icy, the protective br…