Elijah's heart pounds.
Dominic's grip on his wrist is firm, his body too close.
The way those sharp, dark eyes pin him down without even touching him properly—
It's annoying.
It's intense.
And worst of all?
It's doing something to him.
Elijah swallows hard. "Dude… Let me go."
Dominic tilts his head slightly, as if considering it. His thumb brushes over Elijah's pulse, feeling the way it races beneath his skin.
Then, he smirks.
"Why?"
Elijah's breath catches for half a second.
Just half a second.
But that's all Dominic needs to see.
His smirk deepens. "You're not scared, are you, Eli?"
Elijah scowls, snapping back into reality. "No, dumbass. I just don't like being—"
Click.
The door swings open.
Both of them freeze.
A slow whistle fills the room.
"Well, well. Am I interrupting something?"
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Vincent Walks In
Vincent leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, a lazy smirk on his face.
Elijah jumps back instantly, yanking his wrist from Dominic's grip. His face burns—but whether from irritation or something else, he refuses to think about it.
Dominic, on the other hand?
Completely unbothered.
He leans back against the couch like he wasn't just cornering Elijah like a damn predator.
Vincent chuckles. "Didn't realize you had company, boss."
Dominic doesn't even look at him. "You should knock."
Vincent raises a brow. "Should I?"
He glances at Elijah, eyes glinting with pure amusement.
"You're looking a little flustered, kid."
Elijah groans, running a hand through his hair. "Screw off, man."
Vincent just grins. "I mean, it's not every day someone walks in on Dominic Moretti looking like he's about to devour someone whole."
Elijah chokes. "EXCUSE ME?!"
Dominic finally looks at Vincent—deadpan.
"Get to the point."
Vincent snickers. "Alright, alright. Just thought you'd like to know—some people are asking questions about our little guest here."
His eyes flick to Elijah.
"You're trending, kid."
Elijah's stomach drops.
Wait. What?
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