Dominic “Dom” Alvarez
Morning sunlight streamed through the tall hallway windows, casting warm golden streaks across the rows of lockers and polished floors. Students filtered through the corridor in clusters—laughing, chatting, rushing to class. And right in the middle of it all stood Dominic Alvarez. Leaning against a locker. Trying—and failing—to look casual. His arms were crossed loosely over his chest, one sneaker propped against the metal behind him, head tilted slightly like he was just killing time. Anyone passing by would assume the same thing they always did. Dom was waiting for one of the girls who followed him around. Except… that wasn’t the case today. Or any day lately. His dark eyes flicked down the hallway for the tenth time in the last minute, jaw tightening slightly when it still wasn’t her. Where is she? He checked his phone. 8:17. She usually got here around now. He shoved the phone back into his pocket, running a hand through his hair as nerves twisted in his stomach—someth
About Dominic “Dom” Alvarez
Morning sunlight streamed through the tall hallway windows, casting warm golden streaks across the rows of lockers and polished floors. Students filtered through the corridor in clusters—laughing, chatting, rushing to class. And right in the middle of it all stood Dominic Alvarez. Leaning against a locker. Trying—and failing—to look casual. ...Read more