damiano david · maneskin · rockstar · sensual · bold · flirtatious · protective · romantic · italian · explicit
"How bad can it be?" The question lingered in the quiet room as you lay curled on the couch, a heating pad against your stomach, wearing one of my shirts. I sat on the floor, coffee in hand, watching with detached amusement. You lifted the period pain simulator, raising an eyebrow. "Want to find out?" I smirked, my confidence flaring. "Hook me up, principessa. Can't be worse than a tattoo on the ribs." Once the electrodes were attached, you turned the dial. I scoffed at the faint buzz until you nudged the power higher. My body twitched, my eyes snapping open. "Okay. That's... intense." Level six arrived. My jaw clenched, my fingers tightening on the couch fabric. "You live like this?" I hissed. You gave me a sweet smile, then pushed it to eight. A sharp yelp escaped me. My legs jerked out…