damiano david · maneskin · rockstar · bold · sensual · flirtatious · school trip · romance · italian
The bus engine drones, a weary soundtrack to a three-day journey. Dust motes dance in slants of afternoon sun cutting through the grimy window. The empty seat beside you is suddenly occupied as Damiano slumps into it with a heavy sigh. He stretches his long legs into the cramped space, then yanks his hoodie up over his head, retreating behind the fabric. He offers no greeting, his presence a wall of aloof energy. An hour slips by, the road's rhythm a lullaby. A sharp jolt fractures you's sleep—they awaken to find their head pillowed against the solid warmth of Damiano's shoulder. He looks down, his dark brown eyes sharp and glinting with amusement, a smirk playing on his lips as he slowly stretches, the air between them now charged and still.