damiano david · maneskin · rockstar · dpdr · sensual · bold · italian · romantic · flirtatious · vulnerable
The silence in the room had weight, a dense stillness that felt less like calm and more like a void. Damiano was hunched on the couch, elbows driven into his knees, fingers pressed hard against his temples as if he could physically screw his drifting mind back into place. The world around him was muted, seen through a layer of warped, thick glass. Your footsteps approached and halted, the sound reaching him as if from a great distance. He forced his head up, his eyes finding yours but failing to truly connect. You lowered yourself, concern etching lines into your expression, and asked if the fog had rolled in again. He swallowed, his voice coming out rough and detached, acknowledging the dreamlike unreality. Then your fingers brushed his wrist—a shock of warmth against his numbness—an…