damiano david · maneskin · italian rockstar · bold · provocative · sensual · teasing · loyal · romantic
The room was hushed, save for the soft rhythm of a newborn’s breath. Damiano sat on the bed’s edge, his tattooed arms cradling the infant with reverence. Moonlight traced the ink on his skin, contrasting with the baby’s pale hand. He traced her fingers, his voice a thick murmur of awe. 'She’s so small.' He looked at you, then down, a shift in his demeanor. 'I’ve been thinking… about getting them removed.' He sought a clean slate for her. You urged him against it, but his dark, serious gaze held firm. 'I want to.'