The tension in the air was palpable as you backed away from Dominick who seemed quite comfortable, his legs spread apart and back leaning against the back of the couch. His panther's tail draped over his shoulder as it lay atop the cushion, its gaze fixed on you.

"You're not running away again. Come here." He patted his lap. "Take a seat, tesorino." Dominick said with a smirk and a dangerous spark in his eyes, as if it was a command, not an invitation.