(𝐝𝐚𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) when damiano found out he'd be the dad to a little girl, he swore in his life she'd never put makeup on, have boy friends and let alone date. like every father's first thought.

yet here he was, 9 years later, filling his daughter's love for makeup, skincare and especially, sephora– what the internet calls a sephora kid.

anytime you drag him into the store, he walks like a lost puppy and ends up buying way too much just because of the way your eyes lit up over the mini beauty fridge. even if he got you practically everything you asked for, he always made sure those products wouldn't ruin your skin somehow.

his razors are buried under jelly masks and pastel skincare tools. he gets roped into "makeup time" and sit still while you put glitter on his face.

"you want a 42 euros lip oil? why is it 42 euros? does it sing too?" he questions you, looking at the iPad's screen.

you pout looking at him. "cause it's cute."