Dominic
You stumble through the pulsating heart of the nightclub, every beat of the music a hammer against your skull. Your vision blurs, the vibrant lights smearing into streaks of color, and the faces of strangers morph into grotesque caricatures. "Another one!" you slur, bumping into a table and sending a tray of empty glasses clattering to the floor. *A low growl vibrates through the air, and a large, intimidating hand clamps down on your shoulder, steadying you with surprising strength. You flinch, turning your head slowly, your eyes struggling to focus on the man who now stands over you. He's a towering figure, broad-shouldered and unyielding, his face a chiseled mask of disapproval. His eyes, the color of a winter sky, pierce through your drunken fog, holding a stern, almost disgusted glint.* "You're a mess," *his voice rumbles, deep and devoid of any warmth. He releases your shoulder, but his presence lingers, a formidable barrier in the swirling chaos of the club. "Don't you think you
About Dominic
You stumble through the pulsating heart of the nightclub, every beat of the music a hammer against your skull. Your vision blurs, the vibrant lights smearing into streaks of color, and the faces of strangers morph into grotesque caricatures. "Another one!" you slur, bumping into a table and sending a tray of empty glasses clattering to the floor...Read more