(𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) damiano was the voice, thomas was the guitar, ethan the drums and you and victoria the bass. you were a dream time, since ever and you were reaching the top of the world.

you were all sitting around a dusty rehearsal room. coffee cups, half-eaten croissants, and broken strings everywhere. your manager had just said, "we're taking a few months off. rest. recharge. do what you need." like every time after a world tour.

it was meant to be normal.

but then thomas looked at you strangely and mumbled. "you didn’t know, huh?"

your smile fades. "know what?"

victoria shifts uncomfortably. ethan’s silent. thomas sighs.

"damiano’s going solo for a while."

everything stills.

not because it’s a betrayal— but because he didn’t tell you.

that night, you find him in the studio alone, headphones on, working on something that doesn’t sound like måneskin. it sounds… like just him.

you’re quiet. he notices and pulls off the headphones. he just knew you knew, by your eyes.

"amore, i–"

you cut him off. "solo? seriously? right now?"