Two Lovers wasn't supposed to be released.
It wasn't even finished.
But someone in the studio must have heard a piece—because within 48 hours, a leaked snippet hit social media.
And it exploded.
TikTok.
Twitter.
Instagram.
Everywhere.
The tag #TwoLoversLeak stayed trending for 36 hours straight.
People were obsessed with the chemistry in the vocals.
"Their voices sound like they're in love."
"The tension is insane."
"Whoever these two are, drop the full version NOW."
Fans made edits, theories, conspiracies.
And the worst part?
Everyone recognized Damiano's voice instantly.
Everyone.
Including Giorgia.
The Fight
She stormed into his apartment the same night the leak hit a million plays.
Her eyes were red.
Not from crying.
From fury.
"Six years, Damiano," she said, slamming the door behind her.
"Six YEARS, and I find out from the internet."
Damiano ran a hand over his face.
"Giorgia, I didn't release it. I didn't mean for any of this—"
"Oh, so it just magically leaked? How convenient."
Her voice cut like glass.
"It wasn't like that."
"Then tell me," she hissed, stepping closer, "what was it like?"
Damiano hesitated.
And that hesitation was her answer.
Her chest rose sharply, emotion twisting her features.
"You love her," she whispered.
He flinched.
"I don't— I don't know what I feel, but I know I'm not being fair to you."
Giorgia shook her head, tears finally spilling.
"You're in love," she choked out. "And it's not with me."
"Giorgia…"
"No." She put up a hand.
"I'm done being the girlfriend you come home to when you're bored or confused. I deserve better."
She grabbed her suitcase from the hallway.
"Wait—where are you going?" Damiano asked, panic in his voice.
"Home," she said quietly.
"To Italy."
He froze.
"Giorgia, please—"
She wiped her tears and looked at him one last time.
"Six years, Damiano. And it only took her one month."
Then she walked out.
And this time, he didn't chase her.
Aaliyah — Avoiding Him
Aaliyah saw the chaos online, and her stomach twisted.
The leak.
The comments.
The drama between Damiano and Giorgia she never meant to cause.
And she decided:
She needed distance.
She blocked his number—not permanently, just enough to stop her heart from jumping every time it lit up.
She rescheduled sessions at the studio.
Used side doors.
Took different hallways.
Every time she nearly saw him, she slipped away like a ghost.
She didn't want to face him.
Not like this.
Not with guilt hanging between them like smoke.
Until the day she couldn't avoid him.
Locked In
It happened during a meeting with producers.
She stepped into one of the soundproof recording rooms—
and the door shut behind her.
Hard.
She turned, startled, and realized she wasn't alone.
Damiano was standing there.
He looked tired.
Worn out.
Heartbroken.
"Aaliyah," he breathed.
"You've been avoiding me."
She immediately reached for the door handle.
It didn't budge.
Damiano pressed a button on the wall.
"The automatic lock jammed earlier. You won't get it open."
Her pulse quickened.
Of all the rooms in the studio—
she had to get stuck in this one.
With him.
She took a deep breath.
"Damiano… I don't want to do this."
"I do," he said, stepping closer.
She backed up until her spine touched the wall.
"Please don't."
"I can't pretend anymore," he said, voice cracking.
"Giorgia left. She's going back to Italy."
Aaliyah's heart dropped.
"I never wanted to break you two apart."
"You didn't."
His voice softened.
"We were breaking long before you arrived. You just made me see the truth."
She shook her head.
"Damiano—"
"No," he whispered, stepping closer.
"You're scared. I get it. But stop pretending you don't feel this."
His hand hovered near her cheek—not touching, but close enough that she felt the heat of him.
"You felt it the first night we worked together," he murmured.
"The way you looked at me… the way our voices fit… the way you ran from me because you knew."
Aaliyah swallowed hard, chest trembling.
"Don't do this."
He leaned in—not touching, just close enough that she could feel every breath he took.
"I tried to stay away," he admitted.
"I tried to fight it. But every time you avoid me, it hurts more than it should."
Her voice was barely a whisper.
"Damiano… this is wrong."
"Then why does it feel right?" he whispered back.
She shut her eyes.
His presence, his scent, his voice—everything overwhelmed her.
He lifted her chin gently with one finger, forcing her to meet his eyes.
"Aaliyah… look at me."
She did.
And suddenly there was no room, no locked door, no world outside.
Just them.
One month of tension.
One song that exposed everything.
One moment that neither could run from anymore.
Damiano's voice dropped to a trembling whisper:
"I'm in love with you."