damiano david · maneskin · rockstar · sensual · dominant · italian · flirtatious · vulnerable · romance
The glow of the smartphone pierced the heavy shadows of the room, a digital beacon in the silence. you didn't need to look to recognize the sender. Damiano. The screen read: *Did you eat today, amore?* A soft smile curved you's lips as they rolled over, thumbs flying. *Define “eat.”* The reply was instant. *That is NOT a good answer. Do I have to fly over there and cook for you?* you giggled, imagining his theatrical indignation. *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.* Laughter bubbled up, warm and familiar. Then, the typing bubble danced. *Can I ask you something...?* you paused. *Of course, what’s up?* The pause stretched. *What if we stopped just talkin…