The bright studio lights kept on burning down on him, making drops of sweat pool on his forehead. Damiano's voice echoed through the arena, letting the music guide him, eyes wandering across the crowd of the other artists, freezing as his gaze fell upon her.
She was still wearing the sweater he had borrowed her this morning, though no longer was she focused on his performance but on the Finnish singer that was standing in front of her. He could almost hear her laugh, too distracted by her, the way she smiled at the man, body leaning towards him.
(Y/n) truly tried to listen to their words, the stories they were telling her, but by now her mind had already switched its focus back on Damiano, the voice that would sing her to sleep late at night as she'd struggle to relax, the voice that would engulf her as he was keeping her close, taking her to every concert he'd perform at.
The second the song ended she rose from her position on the comfortable couch, smiling at the singer as she made her way towards the man her heart belonged to.
He didn't need to express his worries, the jealousy that kept its hold on him, hands pulling her flush against his chest, placed on her lower back. Even though they hadn't labeled their relationship yet, both knew that they belonged to one another, not once had she doubted the love she fostered for him.
But tonight he'd make sure that she remembers who she belongs to, tonight he'd burn his silent promises into her skin, guided by the green emotion that had weaseled its way into his system.
"That was beautiful," she toyed with the sleeves of his shirt, interlacing her fingers with his, desperate to keep him close. Damiano couldn't stop his snarky reply from rolling off his tongue, eyes meeting hers as he parted his lips, "Well, you sure seemed distracted back there."
He was aching for another cigarette, anything he could use to calm himself down, confused by the different sensations that crashed upon him, not used to being that hyper-focused on his surroundings.
Damiano wasn't one to get easily distracted, wasn't one to lose his concentration, though whenever she was close by his mind would force him to think of her, of the eyes that told a story of their own, the touches that made him feel like he was reborn after losing himself, facing heavens divinity.
She drove him crazy - in the best way possible.
"Don't tell me you're jealous." (Y/n) smirked at him, hands cupping his cheek to pull him in for a kiss, running her tongue along his lower lip. Both seemed to get lost in the moment, not caring about the other artists nearby, Damiano couldn't help but turn her towards the direction of the Finnish singer, desperately marking his territory.
A breathless chuckle left her, clearly amused by his jealousy, the possessive behavior she still wasn't used to. Though the more she thought of it, the further her mind pushed her into a dark place, imagining the way he'd punish her, how he'd fuck her for hours, till she'd scream and cry for him.
"We'll talk about this when we're back in the hotel." Damiano pressed one last kiss to her swollen lips, hands pulling her towards the exit, following his band members out into the city.
Rotterdam's streets were too busy for them to comfortably make their way back to the hotel, forcing the five of them to keep close, pressed against one another, trying to make their way through the crowd somehow. Damiano had his hand placed on her lower back, guiding her through the city without letting go of her once. Both couldn't wait to be back in their hotel room, ready to wind down from a day packed with rehearsals, costume fittings, and interviews.
But Damiano's mind kept him running, still not over the intense glances, the way the Finnish guy had studied her, not understanding that she belonged to the Italian singer. (Y/n) seemed to read his mind, sensing what was going on inside his head, the uneasy thoughts that kept their hold on him, the insecurity that currently had a field day of its own.
