(based on 'read your diary' by måneskin, love this song sm)

You still remember very clearly the day he finally gathered the courage to ask you out, brought you roses and confessed his long-hidden love for you. You rejected him and explained that you were not interested in men. But his love for you... It was obsessive, you were his addiction.

He couldn't just let you go like that. He was desperate to understand every hidden part of you. He watched you. Every move, every breath, every glance you gave—he memorized them all. He even tried to get to your private things, he read your diary trying to get inside you.

He wasn't asking to be loved. He wanted to be your toy, your pill, your distraction. He would be whatever you needed—someone to worship you, someone to break for you. He waited. Counting the hours, the seconds, until he could feel your bones against his own.

Until you one day came home to find the diamond resting on your pillow—Damiano's promise. You looked at him sitting on your bed with that damn diamond, you didn't even ask how he entered your apartment at this point.

"Damiano, what are you doing here again? I thought we were past this already."

He took a breath, there was desperation in his eyes. "You don't understand... I've been waitin' so long, I literally cried at your nüdës, I stole your perfume, every night I'm alone in the shower, using my left hand so it feels like you, so please, I'm beggin'—"

"Wait," you interrupted him, looking at him with even more resignation. "What do you mean by that? This isn't normal."

Damiano laughed quietly under his breath, getting up and standing in front of you "Oh, why don't you give a little love now, baby?"