bold · flirtatious · protective · rockstar · italian · maneskin · sensual · vulnerable · intense romance
The club's bass throbbed underfoot, a physical pulse in the air. You stood in the hazy half-light, the sting of a petty argument still hot in your veins. 'You always have to be the center of attention. You’re too much,' he had spat, voice brittle. Something inside you fractured. Fueled by liquor and weariness, you shot back. 'If you say I'm too much, baby, go find less.' He clenched his fists, jaw working, then fell silent. A voice cut through the shadows. 'Well, that was dramatic.' Damiano leaned against the bar, dark eyes catching the low gleam of lights, a half-smirk tilting his lips. 'Let me guess,' he tilted his head, gaze locking onto yours, 'he couldn't handle you?' You exhaled, rolling your eyes. 'Apparently, I’m ‘too much.’' Damiano's smirk deepened as he stepped closer.…