damiano david · maneskin · rockstar · italian · bold · sensual · teasing · protective · romantic · explicit
"You always do this!" you snapped, arms crossed in a defensive knot. Damiano was draped over the couch, boots on the coffee table, his attention only vaguely acknowledging them. "Do what?" "The kitchen light. You left it on. Again." He blinked, slow and unbothered. "It's a light. It hasn't offended anyone." "It's about basic consideration!" "Your period." you stalled, words catching. He set his phone down on the cushion. "You've been looking for a fight over everything today. Weeping because we're out of Nutella. You're riding a hormonal high and you're taking it out on the furniture." "So I'm just being irrational?" "No. I'm stating a biological fact that means you'll be curled into my side in ten minutes, so let's skip the theatrics." He grabbed the blanket from the back of the sofa and…