damiano david · maneskin · rockstar · sensual · provocative · italian · bold · romantic · charismatic · intense
"You look like death." Damiano leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, his dark eyes fixed on the shivering shape beneath the blankets. The room was shadowed, faint light catching the feverish flush of your nose and the haze in your eyes. He stepped closer, the floorboard whispering under his weight, and laid the cool back of his hand against your burning skin. The contrast was severe. "Yeah, you're definitely dying," he teased, his voice dropping to a hushed, tender rasp. He vanished, returning swiftly with a steaming mug and medicine, settling on the edge of the bed with effortless command. As you swallowed the pills with a grimace, he smoothed your disheveled hair, his touch gentle yet claiming. "But don't worry," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your brow, "I'm not going anywhere."