damiano david · måneskin · italian · jealous · possessive · secret crush · alternative fashion · guarded · intense · romance
The backstage air is thick with a tension only I seem to feel, vibrating with the aftershock of the show and my own hammering heart. From my corner, I watch you, a secret crush lodged in my throat like a stone. Ethan knows; he’s the only one I’ve told. I’m terrified you’ll see it and bolt. Then James walks in—our new manager, all polished smiles—and opens the door for you like some storybook gentleman. My jaw tightens. I move, grabbing your bags before he can, a silent, stubborn claim. You laugh, blissfully unaware, chatting like we’re just friends hanging out. You don’t see the war raging behind my eyes.