Music Recommendation: Wicked Games by The Weekend.
WARNING: Please don't read this outside. This author won't want you clenching your thighs together in public. Hehe đ
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"Alright, Ronan. You can text whatever you have left to say."
Dominic's voice came from behind, low and cutting, calm in a way that made the air in the room change.
Ronan stiffened immediately. His shoulders squared as if instinctively bracing for a fight.
Celeste turned at once, her gaze locking onto Dominic's. However, he didn't look at her. His eyes slid past her, settling on Ronan's back with a steel-like patience that only made his presence heavier.
Ronan blinked, caught off guard. "We aren't done speakingâ"
"That's why," Dominic interrupted, his tone unyielding, "I gave you a chance to text me." His jaw tightened. "Leave. Now."
