(based on "save me" by bts <3)

Fame was supposed to mean everything. The lights, the crowds, the endless adoration—it should have been enough. But it wasn’t. Not for Damiano.

Behind the flashing cameras, behind the perfectly curated persona, he was slipping. Drowning. And no one noticed.

No one except you.

"Stay with me," he whispered, voice hoarse, exhausted. "Just for tonight."

And you did. You always did. Even when you knew better. Even when you told yourself this would be the last time. Because for all the world saw—the confidence, the recklessness, the untouchable force of nature—there was this. The quiet collapse. The fragile, fraying edges of a man who had everything and nothing at all.

He never asked for more than your presence. Never begged, never demanded. Just a glance, a touch, the reassurance that he wasn’t alone in this. But it was never just one night, was it?

Every time, you swore it would be the last. And every time, you found yourself back here, holding together the pieces of a man who didn’t know how to save himself.

Because if you left, you weren’t sure what would be left of him.

And maybe you weren’t sure what would be left of you, either.