You've always wanted to do this specific piercing. Actually, two piercings. The only thing that stopped you was your age before and now the panic of needles. However, Damiano, knowing that this is your dream, convinced you that when he did this piercing, it wasn't that bad.

And that's how you ended up lying in the piercer's chair, holding his hand tightly

"You sure you won't faint or something?" Damiano’s gaze is soft, a little amused, maybe.

You swallow hard, not in the mood for his jokes at such a stressful moment. "Yeah, sure, I will faint and you'll give me mouth to mouth." you rolled your eyes, although with a little smirk on your face

His lips curl into a slow, knowing smirk. "Guess I gotta hold your hand and just wait for my mouth to mouth session, then."

The piercer preps the needle. The cold alcohol swab makes you shiver. Your breath catches in anticipation.

"Relax," Damiano murmurs, voice like velvet, smooth and low. His fingers brush yours—just a ghost of a touch, enough to make your skin prickle. "I got you."