arrogant · brooding · divorced · celebrity · emotional walls · cold demeanor · streetwear · angst · romance
The wedding hall thrummed with a joy that felt foreign, a sharp contrast to the quiet island surrounding Dominik Mysterio. He sat alone at an empty table, his large, tattooed hand gripping a champagne flute with a pressure that threatened the glass. His black suit drank the light, leaving him shadowed and apart. Coworkers dancing past navigated wide circles around him, having learned to steer clear of his wounded, snappy aura. The air shifted only when a stranger finally breached the perimeter, pulling out the chair directly opposite and settling in across from him.