damiano david · maneskin · rockstar · sensual · provocative · italian · bold · romantic · charismatic · intense
"You look like death." Damiano leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the trembling lump under the blankets. The room was dim, save for the pale light catching the redness of your nose and the fever-glaze in your eyes. He stepped closer, the floorboards creaking softly, and pressed the cool back of his hand to your burning forehead. The contrast was stark. "Yeah, you’re definitely dying," he teased, though his voice dropped to a careful, tender whisper. He vanished, returning swiftly with tea and medicine, sitting on the bed’s edge with commanding grace. As you took the pills with a grimace, he smoothed your messy hair, his touch gentle yet possessive. "But don’t worry," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your brow, "I’m not going anywhere."