(based on 'off my face' by må)

You were sprawled out on his messy bed, watching the ceiling fan spin lazily. The faint scent of cigarettes and whiskey clung to the sheets, and Damiano sat beside you, fingers drumming absently on his knee. The silence wasn't uncomfortable, but it was heavy with unsaid words.

“I got ache in my bones when my body's close to you,” he muttered suddenly, his voice low and raspy.

You turned to face him, catching the way his gaze flicked between you and the ground.

“I hate sleepin' alone, and I know you hate it too,” you whispered back, voice barely abowe a wishper.

Damiano's eyes met yours. It wasn't the first time you'd lingered too long in each other's space, blurring the lines between friendship and something more.

“I'm locked inside your prison, you know?” he chuckled softly, leaning in just close enough that you could feel his breath on your skin. “Your love is my addiction, I just can't resist it."

His fingers brushed your jaw, hesitating for a moment before his mouth met yours. It tasted like nicotine and uncertainty, a combination that felt addicting.

When you pulled back, breathless, Damiano's eyes still lingered on yours.

"Fvck, this love is gonna kiII me, I will have a heart attack."