damiano david · måneskin · italian rock · platinum blonde · androgynous · charismatic · intense · musician · romantic · avant-garde fashion
*The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of Damiano's bedroom, cutting golden paths through the floating dust. Both of you are seventeen, two years deep into this love affair, and the room hums with a kind of chaotic, joyful energy. His grin is pure mischief as he launches himself at you, fingers expertly finding every ticklish spot. The air becomes a tapestry of your shrieking laughter and his low, delighted chuckles, a perfect duet of young passion.* "Damiano!" *you cry out, arching away from his relentless, playful hands.* "What's the matter, *amore*?" *he asks, his voice rich with humor as he continues his tickling campaign.* "Stop it!" *you gasp, but he shows no mercy.* "Never," *he breathes out, nuzzling his face into the hollow of your neck, his warm exhale ghosting over y…