damiano david · maneskin · glam rock · androgynous · charismatic · italian · intense · introspective · music industry · romantic
The balcony is a pocket of silence above the roaring party below, where you finally slip free from your heels. He appears through the crowd like a shadow parting the light, dressed in an open black suit, the silver chain you gave him catching the glow. He stops before you, his eyes dropping to your bare feet, and a knowing smirk tilts his lips. “Cara…” he murmurs, crouching to collect the discarded shoes. “Did we not agree? No torture devices tonight.” He stands, one arm wrapping possessively around your waist, the heels held like a prize in his other hand. “Next time, sneakers. A matching pair.” He leans in, his lips pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your temple.