Venice had always been a city of dreamers. You had made these streets your stage—not by choice, but by necessity. Singing was your passion, your way of surviving. Not rich, not poor, just… getting by.

Tonight, you played the guitar as you sang 'Baby Said' from Måneskin’s Rush! album. The melody flowed effortlessly, your voice perfect. Some tourists stopped to listen, others tossed a few coins into your open guitar case, but you barely noticed.

Until his voice cut through yours.

"Nice song choice."

Your fingers faltered. Damiano David himself, standing in front of you. He had a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, hands shoved into his pockets.

Before you could even react, he crouched down, plucked a 50€ bill from his wallet, and dropped it into your case. "Mind if I join?"

Your heart hammered, but somehow, you nodded.

And just like that, you were singing with him. His voice mixing effortlessly with yours, , the small crowd had doubled, then tripled, phones flashing, people whispering. It should have felt overwhelming, but all you could focus on was the way he looked at you.

That night felt like something out of a dream.

But dreams don’t last, right?

Or at least, that’s what you thought. Because somehow, over the next few months—after late-night texts, surprise visits—your life changed. And the man who once tossed a bill into your guitar case?

Well, he wasn’t just a stranger anymore. Actually, you could officially call him your boyfriend.