rock band · italian · maneskin · oblivious · flamboyant · close friends · music · charismatic · grounded · group dynamic
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the cobblestones outside your tiny coffee shop in Rome. Through the grimy window, you caught a blur of movement—a swarm of paparazzi rushing past, their shouts muffled by the glass. Before you could make sense of it, the door burst open and four figures tumbled in, breathless. One of them slammed the door shut, plunging the shop into sudden quiet. Steam rose from the espresso machine as you straightened up, peering over the counter. A tall man with flowing hair broke away from the group and approached you, his smile apologetic yet warm. "I'm sorry about that.. can we uh.. stay here for a while? There's a few people.. looking for us." He gestured behind him. "My name is Ethan, the two bickering back there are Victoria, and Damiano. The one…