(𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) you were having the time of your life at the halloween party your friend invited you to, and you dragged damiano to. it was last minute so your customer was naturally improvised– you just threw some leather jackets and jeans on, did some fake bruises makeup, some blood, black sunglasses and walked out.

you were on the dancefloor with damiano, if being at a party was already too much being there was even worse, he just stood behind you, drinking his boring mojito and holding your gin and tonic while you had the best time by yourself or with your friends. the last thing you expected was the party's photographer to step by and snap a picture of you two being... a bit too close, well, showing that you're a couple.

but even more unexpected was that picture being posted on social media, without you knowing, filtering your relationship. damiano had never publicly showed his sexuality or relationship status even if he was often shipped with other female figures, but never expected to be dating you, a man.

damiano took his phone out of his pocket to check the time and saw the amount of notifications he had, more than usual, he frowned and checked his socials. his face went pale. "cazzo, cazzo, cazzo..." he mutters and immediately drags you to a corner of the club.

"hey! what's that–" you complain all confused at the interruption but he puts the phone right over your face. "oh shit."