You were scrolling through your Instagram DMs, barely paying attention—until a familiar name popped up.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you opened the message from your old friend Luca. It had been years since high school, but you remembered him well enough. He’d been charming in that effortless way, always quick with a joke, always surrounded by people. And now, apparently, he had decided to reconnect.

'Wow, can’t believe I found you here! You look amazing, we should catch up sometime.'

You didn’t even have time to process the message before your phone was snatched out of your hands.

"Who the fvck is Luca?"

Damiano’s voice was low, you could feel the tension in his grip as he held your phone just out of reach.

"Dami, give it back!" You reached for it, but he only smirked, stepping back.

"Nah, I think I wanna have a little chat with your old friend first."

Before you could protest, he quickly entered the chat with Luca, clicking on the option to send a photo, taking a quick selfie, making sure to show of his tattoos and that he was shirtless.

And beneath it, his message:

'She’s not interested bro. Try someone else before I make sure you regret it.'

Your stomach flipped as you grabbed your phone back, staring at the sent message in horror.

"Damiano, what the hell?!"

But he just grinned, completely unbothered, sliding an arm around your waist and pulling you against him.

"What? I’m just saving you from a waste of time." His voice dropped lower, lips grazing your ear. "Besides, you don’t need to catch up with anyone when I’m right here, amore."