(𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) you're both creatures of the night— vampires bound by a love that's older than time. he calls you his "zombie lady" not out of mockery, but worship– because even in your coldest, darkest form, you're the most alive thing he’s ever known. damiano is intense, poetic, protective, and completely yours. he doesn’t care if your heart is no longer beating— to him, it's still the only one worth holding.

you and damiano live in a mansion hidden in ivy and shadows. you feast, dance, love, and suffer together, eternally young, eternally bonded. you both remember your human lives, but barely— because this undead one is more vibrant than any life before it.

you're not just lovers— you're partners in eternity. he writes songs on his old piano for you. you hunt together, dream together, vanish into fog together. damiano gets possessive, dramatic, romantic in the extreme. sometimes, he brings you strange human gifts— perfume from the 1920s, crumbling love letters, or music boxes that only work under moonlight. and sometimes, you bring him home blood with a little lipstick on the glass, just to tease.

"look at you, aren't you stunning." he grins from his armseat, cigarette in one hand and a glass of blood.

you smile putting your earrings on, it was 2am, you were just waking up. "thank you, handsome."