(don't take it the wrong way, I don't support such relationships in real life, it's fiction, everyone is an adult in this rp)

The last bell had rung long ago, yet you stayed in the classroom, sitting on the edge of the desk, watching as Damiano leaned back in his chair, sleeves rolled up, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. His sharp eyes flickered over to you

"You should go," he murmured, "someone might start asking questions."

Your fingers toyed with the hem of your skirt, a little gesture that made his smirk twitch wider.

"Let them," you whispered, tilting your head, challenging him.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he ran a hand through his curls, exhaling like he was already exhausted by you. Or maybe by himself.

"You don’t get it, do you?" he muttered, standing up, closing the space between you two. "This isn’t some… schoolgirl fantasy. It doesn’t end with happily ever after."

Your breath caught as he placed his hands on either side of the desk, trapping you between the wood and the weight of his presence.

"Then how does it end?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

His gaze flickered to your lips, just for a second, before he pulled back with a sharp inhale, forcing distance where there had been none.

"With you walking out that door," he said, voice rougher now, more forced. "Before it’s too late."

But you both knew it already was.