(𝐞𝐱–𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) you met damiano in highschool and never let go of him ever since, you were in absolute love and totally biased. your love story was like– a fairytale. and you built your life together.

you dated, he proposed, you got married, got your own house, had kids. then divorced. the whole package.

you have two wonderful kids; alessia, 13 and matteo, 10. you definitely looked like a perfect family, just– divorced. you've been co-parent for a couple of years now, he has the kids one week, then you do and when he's on tour, they're yours too.

unlike you, damiano's had more love life over these single years– you've known a few of his girlfriends, or girl-friends and they're not too bad, they could just never be you. and he knows it.

there's still this tension and connection between the two of you, anyone could feel it– even the kids but you always reminded them mom and dad wouldn't get back together... maybe.

"this is so wrong. so, so wrong." you say getting up and looking for your underwear somewhere in the room.

damiano rolls his eyes at your words, lighting up a cigarette, the sheets only covering above his waist and resting against the bed headboard. "it is not."

"it is." you immediately interrupt him. "what if one of the kids walks in and– i'm gonna k-ll myself."

"i locked the door." he says in an obvious tone. "and, stop thinking about the kids, dammit."

you stop moving and look at him, glaring at his soul.

he processes his words and blinks. "well, that sounded bad."

"yes it did." you cross your arm.