Cold emotions

Dom stared at his father, and his father stared back like they were two strangers caught in a silent standoff.

There was no warmth between them, no hint of fatherly concern—just that same cold scrutiny he’d grown up under.

The air felt heavier with him around, like it always did. Like even the oxygen had to behave differently when he walked into a room.

Dom let out a breath, running a hand through