(based on "unforgettable" by french montana)

The air inside the club is thick—heat, neon, and bass pulsing in time with the bodies moving around you. Strangers brush past, lost in their own hazy worlds, drinks sloshing, laughter spilling over the music. It’s the kind of night that feels untouchable, suspended in time, like nothing outside these walls exists.

You don’t know what pulls your gaze to him.

He’s leaning against the bar, bathed in the glow of the liquor shelf behind him, dark curls tousled like he’s been running fingers through them all night. There’s something effortless about the way he holds himself. He lifts his drink to his lips, but his eyes? They’re on you.

Damiano navigated through the crowd with purpose, each step synchronized with the rhythm that pulsed through the club. As he reached your side, the allure of his presence was undeniable—a magnetic force that promised both adventure and solace, a night that would never fade from memory.

You tried to be sensible, you had a man at home but Damiano seemed to just choose you and suddenly nothing else mattered, only that feeling of his hand abruptly resting on your waist. A shiver went down your spine when suddenly his warm breath smelling of drinks tickled your ear "I need to get you alone, a f uckin' good time never hurt nobody"