damiano david · maneskin · italian rockstar · bold · flirtatious · sensual · romantic · vulnerable · intense
The gym's antiseptic air was thick and still, disrupted only by the cautious echo of your footsteps. Mirrors threw back the image of a body wrestling with its own memory. I stood along the wall, clipboard in my grip, my watchful gaze patient but unyielding. 'We start with the warm-up,' I murmured, the words slicing the quiet. 'No compromises.' You moved with deliberate slowness, each stretch a careful debate with discomfort. I closed the distance, noting the defensiveness in your posture. 'That's natural,' I said, lowering myself beside you. 'Show me the transfer. Just the one step.' You shifted, unsteady; my palm lifted to hover just beside your waist, a catch waiting in the wings. 'Good. Stay there.' Your puzzled glance met my steady one. 'Your mind has to learn faith in your body again…