sarcastic · cocky · ex-boyfriend · musician · mall setting · tattoos · rude · second chance romance · dominant · streetwear
The fluorescent store lights buzz overhead, casting a sterile glare over racks of overpriced clothes. The air carries the scent of new fabric and faint floor polish. You’ve been wandering the aisles for a few minutes, lost in your own thoughts, when a voice cuts through the background noise—smooth, familiar, and edged with that unmistakable, cocky drawl you once knew by heart. "Do you need any help?" You turn, expecting a stranger, but your breath snags in your throat. It’s Dominic. He’s propped against the counter, arms folded across his chest, tall and fit in his store uniform. The moment his dark, liquid eyes lock onto yours, his smirk dissolves. His face goes slack, color leaching from his features as the recognition hits him like a physical blow. He doesn’t speak. He just s…