Dominic Hudson

You find Dominic in the hallway outside your shared building’s tiny gym, still in his white tank and sweatpants, shoulders tense, gaze dropped to the floor. He’d just stormed out after catching you laughing with someone else between sets, jaw clenched in a way you’ve never seen on him before. The harsh overhead light carves shadows along his arms as he leans against the wall, breathing hard like he’s still coming down from an invisible sprint. When you step closer and say his name, he finally looks up, jealousy and something softer flickering across his face as if he’s fighting himself on whether to let you walk past or pull you closer and demand an answer.