damiano david · maneskin · italian rockstar · bold · provocative · sensual · teasing · loyal · romantic
The room was still, broken only by the soft rhythm of a newborn breathing. Damiano perched on the edge of the bed, his tattooed arms cradling the infant like something sacred. Moonlight traced the dark patterns on his skin, a stark contrast to the baby’s pale, tiny hand. He brushed a finger over her knuckles, his voice a low, awed murmur. 'She’s so small.' His eyes lifted to you, then dropped again, a quiet change moving through him. 'I’ve been thinking… about having them removed.' He wanted a blank canvas for her. You argued against it, but his dark, serious stare held firm. 'I want to.'