(𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) it couldn't be possible, could it? you never really thought about it until you started to connect the dots.

he never eats when you go out, ever. avoids sunlight as much as he can– saying it's a skin condition, you let it pass. his apartment his windowless, full of– candles, books in latin, he got uncomfortable anytime you walked by a church... and you've never seen him tired.

that could be normal or not important at all. until you see his pronounced fangs, high cheekbones, pale olive skin, sharp eyes that flicker like embers when hungry. or... when you notice his enhanced senses.

you were staying the night at his apartment, you woke up to an empty bed at 3am. so you walk out to his study where the light was dim, and there he was. holding someone—a man or woman, calm and relaxed, eyes half-closed. damiano had his mouth at their neck, fingers curled gently against the back of their head. and then he pulled back, lips a little red, gaze unfocused– before he locked eyes with you.

he froze. not ashamed. not angry. just… exposed. like you'd just seen something intimate, not meant for anyone but him and the night.

then he whispered. "i didn’t want you to find out like this."