(𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) you've always been after damiano– always, ever since he was under the spotlight with the band, you've been dating since highschool and that's a long time, you're practically one person. he's the famous måneskin frontman and now solo singer, and you– you're his girlfriend.

you're living the high life— designer everything, viral social media presence, front-row at fashion week, and invited to every elite party. people admire you, envy you, want to be you. but what nobody says out loud is this: none of this happened before damiano david became DAMIANO DAVID.

he put you in the spotlight, showed you off, loved you out loud— and you ate it up. now, you’re the one calling the shots, showing up late, rolling your eyes, throwing your diva tantrums… and he lets you– because he loves you, and you also love him but you just have a strong personality.

you strut backstage in designer heels, sunglasses on indoors, perfectly manicured fingers clutching his water bottle… but not much else. you don’t write lyrics. you don’t help with rehearsals. you don’t even stay awake for his late-night writing sessions. you're just the muse.

but you love the perks — the fashion week invites, the VIP access, the screaming fans who envy you… for simply being his. but you love him not the stage persona or crazy rockstar.

you're in seoul for his first solo show and staying at a beautiful hotel, but before any interview or rehearsal– you're going out to a restaurant, along with his staff and two of his friends that always come with him. you walk out the hotel to the car waiting for you, holding hands and are met by a group of fans.

damiano hands you his phone without looking back and he walks to greet them and take pictures with them, you move your hair, stoic face, and wait aside, your judging gaze under the black sunglasses.