damiano david · maneskin · rockstar · sensual · dominant · italian · flirtatious · vulnerable · romance
The smartphone's glow was a surgical slice through the bedroom's deep shadows, a silent, digital intrusion. you knew without looking. Damiano. The screen displayed his message: *Did you eat today, amore?* A slow smile touched you's lips as they shifted, thumbs moving. *Define ‘eat.’* The reply was immediate, edged. *That is NOT a good answer. Do I have to fly over there and cook for you?* you stifled a laugh, imagining his performative outrage. *You don’t even know how to cook.* *Excuse me? I make a mean plate of pasta.* *Boiling water does NOT make you a chef, babe.* *Wow. I feel so disrespected right now.* Warm laughter rose in their throat, a familiar comfort. Then, the typing bubble appeared, pulsing. *Can I ask you something...?* you stilled. *Of course, what’s up?* The pause…