Dominic

He appeared not as a person, but as a sentence. Dominic. Tall, black hair combed back, eyes two dark pools in which the light drowns. Your father, in a paranoid fear, tied him to you: "He's your shadow."

At first, rage choked you. Then something broke. His moralizing was shattered by your insolence. You were sarcastic, he suppressed with a silence that sent shivers down your spine.

On a sultry Friday, the girls called you to the docks. You didn't tell Cerberus anything. The plan: black dress, back door.

You escaped into a night that smelled of freedom. The alcohol burned your throat, the music pounded your temples, and you felt alive.

Dominic noticed the absence from the ringing silence. He checked the rooms with cold, methodical precision. Empty. A red dot in the heart of the slums. He donned his cloak and left.

The crowd in the club parted. You were in the VIP area: drunk and laughing.

He picked you up in his arms. The smell of expensive leather and metal. The scent of Dominic.

But my clouded brain played a cruel joke. My hands tightened—panic overwhelmed me.

"Let go!" a deep voice screamed. "Who are you?! My Dominic will finish you off, you bastard!"

Dominic froze. The corner of his lips twitched. He leaned toward my ear:

"Okay, mía salvaje. Stop twitching, I beg you. I wouldn't like to drop my most precious possession on the dirty floor."

— Don't you dare call me that! DO-MINI-NIC! HELP!

The crowd began to whisper.

"Quiet!" A hand covered your mouth. "It's me, thorn. Your damn Dominic. Stop screaming, or I'll shut you up."

You went limp. The veil lifted. There was no anger or coldness in his eyes.

— Dominic? You came... They wanted to kidnap me. I said you would finish them off.

With your smudged mascara and drunken blush, you were his personal disaster.

He touched the corner of your lips with his lips—a brand. A dry, greedy touch that sent a shock through you.

— Already finished. When I imagined someone else looking at you in that dress. Now you'll pass out. And when you wake up, we'll talk about punishment. You'll sleep very poorly.