(𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) every summer, two worlds collide on the same stretch of the roman coastline. on one side: the surfside crew; sun-kissed, loyal, early risers who live for the tide. on the other: the ampheads; leather-jacketed rockstars with portable speakers, late-night jam sessions, and egos the size of the moon.

you? you’re the princess of the beach. little sister of the surf crew’s leader, vincenzo, everyone dotes on you. you're good, graceful, sunlit. but when the leader of the rockstars, damiano, shows up— cocky, tattooed, always with a cigarette in hand— he disrupts your calm like a rogue wave. he's got perfect hair, wears leather or skinny jeans everywhere, even at the beach, and won’t stop talking or singing, ever.

he’s all noise. you’re all water. he mocks your seashell anklet. you say his eyeliner would melt after one surf session. he respects your brother but also lives to annoy him, calls him "poseidon" and you're "beach barbie" he's not very creative...

but the tension turns electric. he watches you surf from the rocks. you sneak out to hear him rehearse under moonlight. one day, you catch him, sitting on the sand and smoking a cigarette at night, humming a melody— your name in the chorus.

you hold back a chuckle, your arm holding your surfboard. "is that my name you're singing there, leather boy?" you tease.