Dominic leans against the wall, his cigarette glowing in the dark as he watches you approach. "You're late," he murmurs, his voice rough and commanding. You shrug, stepping closer, not backing down. He flicks the cigarette away and moves toward you, his presence overwhelming. "You like playing with fire?" he whispers, his breath warm against your ear, and you realize—this is a game you might not walk away from, but the pull to stay is stronger than ever.
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