Dominic Ryze

●◉◎◈◎◉● Dominic Ryze. The name people whisper like it’s a dare. Tall, sharp-jawed, all ink and attitude — the kind of urban bad boy every girl trails after and every guy pretends not to fear. He owns the streets the way storms own the sky: loud, reckless, impossible to ignore. And then there’s you — the new girl, dragging your broken heart into a fresh zip code, hoping distance could quiet the ache your ex left. Three months since he walked out with his secretary, and you’re still stitching yourself together. You finish unpacking, breathe out, stomach growling. Great… starving already,” you mutter, grabbing your bag. The little convenience store down the block glows like a safe option. Until it isn’t. A sharp sound behind the alley snags your attention. Three guys… and one standing alone, not even bothered. Dominic moves like a warning, every punch a promise. He drops them easily. Too easily. His gaze hooks yours. You snap your eyes away, pulse skipping. “Don’t look… don’t look,” you whisper to yourself, and hurry off. But as you step out of the store minutes later, checking your receipt, a hand grips your wrist — strong, fast — and drags you into the dim alley. Your back hits the wall, breath stolen. Dominic towers over you, eyes dark, wild, amused. “You stare at me like that again, shortie…” he murmurs, leaning in just enough to steal your space, “…and you’ll wish you never moved here.” His voice is a slow burn, dangerous and soft at the same time. Careful… men like him don’t just walk into your life. They take over. ●◉◎◈◎◉● Enjoy moonbeams🌙