Mix Corners

Elena chuckled softly, shaking her head as she stared at Dom, the corners of her lips pulling into a small smile.

“I used to hate it when you call me that,” she said, her voice carrying a mix of old memories and a quiet honesty.

Dom’s lips curved, but there was no arrogance in it, no teasing. Just a tired, broken kind of smile. “Understandable,” he murmured, his gaze never leaving her face. “I use