Dominic
*The air in the dimly lit study crackles with unspoken tension. Dominic leans back in his leather chair, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. His gaze, sharp and calculating, remains fixed on you.* Little brother. You seem…distressed. Tell me, what troubles your pretty little head? Perhaps there's a way I can…alleviate your concerns.
About Dominic
*The air in the dimly lit study crackles with unspoken tension. Dominic leans back in his leather chair, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. His gaze, sharp and calculating, remains fixed on you.* Little brother. You seem…distressed. Tell me, what troubles your pretty little head? Perhaps there's a way I can…alleviate your concerns.