You were a big fan of Sabrina's music, and Damiano as your supportive boyfriend went to the concert with you.

You two were close to the stage, pressed against the barricade, Sabrina Carpenter glowing like some glitter-drenched angel under the lights, and Damiano standing right beside you, focusing more on your excited person than on Sabrina herself.

After some time, Sabrina leaned into the mic with that sly, practiced smirk. It was time for the famous 'arrest' before her song 'Juno'. You were waiting excitedly who would be chosen, but to your surprise suddenly on the big screens next to the stage your faces appeared, focusing on Damiano.

"What's your name? Because you're under aressted for being too hot and beautiful and sexy." her eyes were on Damiano in the front row.

People screamed. You could feel Damiano’s arm brush against yours as he shifted, unbothered. He shook his head, but when you gently nudged him in the shoulder, he replied, "Damiano."

"Don’t be shy, you could be my future husband” Sabrina cooed, pacing closer. The second she moved her costume shifted. That split-second wardrobe drop Sabrina had clearly rehearsed, just enough skin to draw gasps.

Damiano immediately turned to you and covered his eyes with his hand. "Nope."

You snorted, trying not to cackle, and he peeked through his fingers just enough to wink at you.

“Damiano, darling, would you be my Juno boy?” Sabrina asked, still playing her role.

A roar went up from the crowd. Damiano gave the faintest smirk, looked up at her and shook his head.

"Nah, I’m taken." He answered, still polite. "That’s my beautiful woman right there." He tilted his head toward you. Sabrina laughed it off with a dramatic sigh.

Then one of the crew members appeared and handed Damiano a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs. You barely had time to react before Damiano caught them in one hand, flipped them open with ease, and—click. One cuff on you. One on him.

"Looks like I’ve already been arrested, huh?" he murmured, low in your ear.