(𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) to the world, damiano david is magnetic— charming, loud, electric on stage. but beneath all that? he’s a man with quiet fears, sleepless nights, and strange little habits no one seems to get. no one… except you.

you’re not loud. you’re not flashy. you don’t need to be. what makes you his is how you listen when the world talks over him. how you recognize the way his hands twitch before panic hits, or that he doesn’t like the dark not because it’s dark, but because it makes him think too much.

he doesn’t have to explain his fears to you — the fear of crashing, the fear of failing, the fear of feeling too much. you just know. you hold him in ways that silence never felt lonely in your arms.

he jokes that "nobody understands me" and you just smirk and answer "but i do".

it's 4am, he can't sleep, again, you're with him through it, again. you don't complain, ever, he doesnt apologies, he's learned not to. he finally knows, you understand him, you really do.

"here, babe." you murmur to him, half asleep, holding a cup of chamomile tea and going to sit on your side on the bed, next to him.