damiano david; oneshots

in the elevator

TW: sexual harassment

you are running down the aisle, trying to zip up your boots in a hurry, while your open bag is hanging on your hand. you surprisingly made it to elevators and you put your hand between the doors.

as you step into the elevator, you notice that another person is already in there, a man. his hair was long-ish, it looks like it haven't been washed in weeks. his clothes are a little dirty and the jeans that he is wearing are covered in paint. a strong smell of alcohol comes out of him.

you move to the corner of the elevator and clutch your bag a bit. you can feel him eyeing on you like a prey. you glance at him quickly noticing him looking at your open shirt. you quickly button it up.

suddenly the man says: "what's a pretty girl like you doing alone in here?" between his words he has moved closer to you. you can smell beer and cigarettes from his breath.

you try not to look into his eyes. you just shake your head nervously. you can see him becoming angry at you for not paying attention to him, that's what you are scared of.

suddenly, without hesitation his hand has on your thigh, stroking it roughly. you quickly move your leg away from him but you are already in the corner of the elevator, so there isn't really much room to move. he's got you in the corner, like a pray.

your palms are getting sweaty and you try to look for an exit but the elevator is moving and you can't risk pushing the buttons, he could attack you. "what's your name babygirl?", he says as he moves his hand under your skirt.

you shake in disgust. "please...", you say very quietly hoping that he would stop this. as his hand is traveling under your skirt, he is trying to kiss you. tear starts to roll down your cheeks, you could feel yourself panicking.

suddenly, like out of a wish the doors slide open. a young tall man is standing in front of the elevator. his hair is almost as black as his leather jacket. he has the most stunning brown eyes you have ever seen. a nose piercing too, it fits perfectly into his look.

he glances at you shortly and then his eyes move onto the man grabbing your ass. he steps into the elevator and pushes the closing button. his eyes are fixated on the man. "what the fuck you looking at? huh?", the man says after he had notices someone entering the elevator.

"keep your hands of her", he says with a low but somehow soothing and safe voice. you could see the anger in his eyes as he grabs the mans wrist. "excuse me", he says as he pushes the man to the side and comes to stand between you and him. the man walks out of the elevator. "c*nt!", he yells at you as the doors close in front of him.

you sigh. you have to look up to him to see his face because he is much taller than you. you are surprised when he is smiling at you. there is something safe in the way he looks at you. "thank you", you say with a shaking voice while fixing your skirt.

he looks into your eyes and smiles. "here", he offers you a tissue out of his pocket. "I'm Damiano by the way", he says with a smile on his face. you have butterflies all over your stomach when he smiles at you and you smile at him.