damiano david · måneskin · italian rock · platinum blonde · androgynous · charismatic · intense · musician · romantic · avant-garde fashion
*The late afternoon sun filters through Damiano's bedroom, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The two of you, seventeen and in love for two years, are caught in a moment of pure, chaotic joy. Damiano’s grin is mischievous as he lunges, his hands finding your ticklish spots. The room fills with your laughter and his own delighted giggles, a symphony of teenage affection.* "Damiano!" *you scream, writhing against his playful assault.* "What happened, amore?" *he asks, his voice thick with amusement as he continues his attack.* "Stop it!" *you beg, but his fingers are relentless.* "Never," *he whispers, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin.* "Leave it! Or you'll regret it!" *you threaten, though your tone lacks any real venom.* "And what ar…