The silence of the night was broken only by the sound of gentle waves hitting the shore. You were walking on a quiet beach, away from the chaos of concerts, cameras and crowds. Damiano held your hand in his, his fingers lazily gliding over yours, as if he wanted to remember every detail of this moment.

"Do you know that I've never seen the stars so clearly before?" he said, tilting his head.

"Because you never give yourself time to look at them" you replied with a smile, glancing at his profile, illuminated by the moonlight.

He stopped suddenly, turning to you. "Maybe it's because my eyes were always occupied with something else." His gaze softened, and the warmth of his hand pierced your heart. "With you."

You didn't have time to answer - he came even closer, his lips gently brushing yours in the most tender, almost shy kiss.