It was Damiano’s idea, of course. A midnight adventure into a crumbling, forgotten asylum on the edge of the city. You’d heard scary rumors about the place. You were full of anxiety.

“Come on, it'll be fun,” he had insisted earlier, and now here you were, standing outside the chained gate.

Damiano tugged at the gap in the fence , benting it back just enough for the two of you to slip through. “Ladies first,” he smirked, stepping aside with a dramatic bow.

“Yeah, right,” you huffed, pushing at his shoulder. “You go first, ldiot.”

He laughed, but he went first. You followed closely, your fingers brushing the fabric of his jacket as if you were to lost him..

“You scared?” he teased, glancing back at you with a grin.