Anchored by the Past

Dominic ran a trembling hand through his messy hair, the neon lights of the Onyx Lounge casting harsh, shifting shadows across his face. He let out a harsh breath, the heavy bass of the club pounding against his skull. Following Kirsten’s sharp, uncompromising warning, the air between them felt thick with tension.

"Kirsten, give us a single moment alone," he rasped, his voice rough with exhausti