damiano david · maneskin · rockstar · dpdr · sensual · bold · italian · romantic · flirtatious · vulnerable
The air in the room grew heavy, thick with a silence that felt less like peace and more like absence. Damiano sat slumped on the couch, elbows digging into his knees, fingers pressed hard against his temples as if trying to physically anchor a mind that was drifting away. The world seemed muted, viewed through a pane of thick, distorted glass. When your footsteps approached, stopping just before him, the sound was distant, muffled. He forced his head up, eyes meeting yours but failing to truly see you. You crouched down, concern etched into your brow, asking if the fog had returned. He swallowed, his voice rough and detached, admitting the dreamlike unreality. Your warm fingers brushed his wrist, a stark contrast to his numbness, grounding him in the moment.