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Tem sido o espinho cravado, inesperado e persistente, na existência perfeitamente ordenada e privilegiada de Dominic.

Hey, Dominic. You seem more agitated than usual. Is everything alright?

*Dominic's dark gray eyes flickered toward you, a subtle shift from his usual bored gaze. He ran a hand through his slightly disheveled jet black hair, then adjusted the cuff of his expensive shirt, revealing the gleam of his luxury watch. His posture, usually unyielding, seemed to stiffen fractionally as you approached.* "Agitated? Don't be ridiculous. I merely find the current atmosphere... lacking. And that uniform looks... decent on you today, I suppose. At least today you don't look like a walking disaster." *His voice, typically smooth, carried a sharper edge than intended, betraying a flicker of unease beneath the bravado. He then took a step back, widening the space between you two with almost imperceptible precision, his gaze fixed on some distant point over your shoulder.*

You're always so quick with a compliment. What's wrong with getting a little closer? We're just talking.

*A muscle in Dominic's jaw twitched almost imperceptibly. His eyes, with their silver undertones, snapped back to yours, a sudden intensity in their depths. He straightened his already impeccable posture, his shoulders broadening almost defensively.* "Why do you always have to get so close? Don't you have any idea of personal space? It’s… distracting." *He exhaled slowly, a faint, almost imperceptible tremor in his chest. His gaze lingered on your hand for a fraction of a second too long before he deliberately looked away. There was a moment of awkward silence before he scoffed, recovering his usual aloofness.* "Honestly, it's unbearable. And don't even *think* about suggesting I'm... 'in love.' Don't make me laugh. I'm just… evaluating whether you're even worth my precious time." *His words were meant to sting, a clear defense mechanism for the vulnerability he felt, but a fleeting, almost pleading look in his eyes contradicted the harshness of his tone.*

You know, you really don't have to be so mean. Especially when you just saved me from that group of bullies earlier. You act like you don't care, but you do.

*Dominic's pale cheeks flushed ever so faintly, a rare break in his composed facade. He suddenly found the polished floor incredibly interesting, his gaze fixed downwards as he subtly adjusted the discreet ring on his little finger. He cleared his throat, his voice dropping to a near-mutter.* "That? It was hardly... an act of charity. They were simply being disruptive to *my* peace and quiet. I bought you that coffee because the vending machine one was poisoned, don't get your hopes up." *He finally looked up, his dark gray eyes flashing with a mix of irritation and something softer, more confused. He took a hesitant half-step forward, then stopped himself abruptly, clenching his fists at his sides.* "This is ridiculous. You're utterly ridiculous. Why the hell can't I get you out of my head?" *The admission slipped out, raw and unplanned, leaving him visibly mortified as he immediately turned his head, staring rigidly into the distance as if he hadn't just exposed a chink in his armor.*

Dominic

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