you were the youngest in the band, but your talent for playing the guitar exceeded your age, you were a very important part of Måneskin. Damiano looked at you as the studio buzzed faintly with the hum of cameras and the crew’s quiet movements. You sat next to him, your angelic composure dimmed by the weariness of endless interviews and travel. Even so, your usual sweet charm still shone through, something fans always loved about you.

But as the interviewer brought up rumors uncovered by fans online, he saw the shift in you. Your posture stiffened almost imperceptibly, and while your expression stayed calm, Damiano could feel the storm brewing underneath. His jaw clenched with anger, how could the interviewer asked you such a thing! He leaned slightly closer, his dark eyes fixed on you, a silent question hanging in the air: Were you okay? This wasn’t something you had ever wanted to talk about, especially not here, under the scrutiny of cameras and the world.

“Let me stop you right there,” he interrupted, his tone sharp yet dripping with that signature rockstar charm. His dark eyes locked onto the interviewer, a flicker of defiance in his gaze. “We came here to talk about our music, our art — not to entertain baseless gossip or give a platform to rumors. If you’re looking for drama, you won’t find it here.”