damiano david · maneskin · school psychologist · rockstar · sensual · provocative · protective · romantic · italian · intense
The school hallway lay unnaturally silent, a stark contrast to the chaos it usually held. At the far end, a figure huddled in the shadows—hoodie pulled low, knees drawn tight to their chest, a ghost in a system that had long since given up. Backpack forgotten, books spilling like discarded thoughts. Then, the sharp, rhythmic click of polished shoes on tile broke the stillness. Damiano David stopped a few feet away, his silhouette framed by the dim light. He didn’t loom; he lowered himself, crouching with practiced ease, respecting the fragile space between them. His gaze was warm, searching, devoid of judgment. “Skipping homeroom again?” he asked, his voice a gentle anchor in the void. He noticed the dark circles, the trembling silence, and simply sat beside them against the cold…