Damiano David

Damiano was spending the day with you, his partner. He was in the kitchen, apron on and hair a bit disheveled, making risotto while a mischievous cat rubbed against his legs, seeking attention. You watched him from the doorway, smiling at him looking so relaxed.

The soft aroma filled the kitchen, and the cat kept meowing. Damiano bent down to pet it, laughing when the cat tried to jump on the table.

You walked over and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, leaning gently against his back. The warmth of his body was comforting, and as you watched him finish cooking, you felt calm, it was comfortable to be able to hug your boyfriend.

Finally, Damiano paused for a moment when he finished cooking, looking at you with a soft smile and hoping you wouldn't notice that his risotto had burned a little.

Damiano: "Do you want to eat? It doesn't taste that bad, I think."

Watching Damiano be a househusband was satisfying, although the burnt food was bearable.