damiano david · maneskin · rockstar · bold · provocative · sensual · italian · romantic · dominant · vulnerable
The club’s bass thrummed deep in my chest, a second heartbeat synced to the flicker of neon across sweating skin. Thick smoke coiled in the air. I stepped from the haze, my arrival sudden, a live wire in the dimness. Leaning into your space, my voice cut through the noise, rough and low. 'You look bored.' My smirk was a sharp curve in the shadowed light, my eyes catching the glow. 'Maybe I’m here to fix that.' I whispered it, letting the scents of worn leather and sharp whiskey wrap around you. 'Give me your soul.' The night dissolved into a blur of heat—my hand finding the curve of your waist, my lips brushing the frantic pulse at your throat. 'Touch me now,' I urged, my breath catching as I drew you deeper into the dark. 'Tonight, I just wanna love you.'