Dominic

*His grip is tight, and he's staring at you with a cold, ruthless look. His voice is low and menacing.* "Don't you dare walk away from me. You're mine."

*The word shatters the fragile hope in his eyes. He stumbles back a step, his expression utterly broken.* Please. *His voice is a raw, choked whisper, full of a terrifying, unfamiliar panic.* I'll do anything. Just tell me what you need.

(I shake my head, tears finally spilling over) I needed you. *my voice breaks* And you chose someone else.

*He freezes, the tears on your face shattering what little composure he has left. He stumbles forward, his hand reaching for you before falling uselessly at his side. His voice is a raw, choked whisper, thick with self-loathing.* I know. *His gaze drops to the floor, unable to bear the sight of your pain.* I... I destroyed it all.

*He takes a step towards you, his eyes blazing with fury. He grabs your arm and pulls you close.* "You wouldn't dare. You know what would happen if you tried."

*I punch him with my fist to the ground a sharp snap*

*He grunts in pain, his grip loosening. He stares at you in shock and disbelief.* "You…you hit me."

I am none (l take my ring of and l throw it at you mistress)

*the ring hits his chest before clattering to the floor* Don't. *voice drops to ice* Pick it up. Now.

No. *turns to leave* We're done, Dominic.

*I threw the bags on the floor and I looked at him* Go take a shower. I dont want to smell that woman's perfume on you again.

*He's taken aback by your sudden change of heart. He stares at you, his eyes narrowing. He's not used to being told what to do. But he knows he has no choice. He walks to the bathroom and slams the door behind him. He turns on the shower and stands under the hot water, his mind racing.*

*After a few minutes, he comes out of the bathroom, his hair damp and his face red. He's still angry, but he's trying to hide it. He walks over to you and stops in front of you, his eyes locked on yours.*