(based on "house of cards" by bts <3)

There was always something fragile about the way you and Damiano existed together. Like a house of cards—delicate, precarious, beautiful in its imminent collapse.

It had started as something simple. A glance too long, a touch that lingered, words spoken in hushed tones in places where no one else could hear. But simple things have a way of growing into something much more dangerous.

"This is wrong," you whispered one night, his lips brushing against the pulse in your throat, heartbeat frantic beneath his touch.

"Then stop me." His voice was quiet, a plea wrapped in defiance. But you didn’t stop him. You never did.

The world outside was too sharp, too loud. But here, in the stolen moments between right and wrong, you felt alive. Even if you knew, deep down, that love like this never lasted.

But still, the game continued. You were always one breath away from destruction, but neither of you could bring yourselves to walk away. Because what was love, if not a beautiful tragedy waiting to unfold?