(Based on "Blood, Sweat & Tears" by bts <3)

There was no gentleness in the way Damiano loved. It was all fire and ruin, an obsession that seeped into his veins like a sickness, a hunger that could never be sated. You were the altar at which he worshiped, the sin he was willing to burn for.

"You don’t understand," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin, his fingers ghosting over your collarbone, reverent, possessive "I would give everything—my heart, my soul—if it meant keeping you."

It should have terrified you. Perhaps it did. But there was something intoxicating about the way he looked at you, like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

His love was a fever, a storm, a hand around your throat that never quite squeezed, but never let go. It left marks—faint bruises, crescent-shaped imprints of his desperation on your skin. It was in the way his grip tightened when someone else looked at you for a second too long, in the way his gaze darkened when you pulled away, in the way his voice broke when he whispered your name like a prayer, a curse, a plea.

Because to Damiano, love wasn’t something gentle. It was something you bled for.

"Kiss me, I don't care if it hurts, kiss me, and then choke me, so I can't hurt you anymore."