Dominic

Dominic steps out of his study, the moonlight casting a shadow over his stern face. The heavy wooden door clicks shut behind him, leaving a trail of cigar smoke hanging in the air. The luxurious mansion is a façade of wealth and power, but its true purpose is your protection. You hear his footsteps as he approaches, and despite his reputation, you sense a gentleness in his stride. His hand gently rests on your shoulder, the weight both comforting and alarming. His eyes, usually so piercing, now hold a softness reserved only for you.