(Olivia's POV)
Dominic leaned stiffly against the doorway, his eyes shadowed, his face unreadable. It was late, and the faint hum of nocturnal creatures outside seemed to echo the tension that stretched taut between us. I stared at him, waiting for him to speak, though his silence was already grating my nerves raw.
Finally, he spoke, his voice heavy but deliberate. "We need to talk."
"So talk," I said curtly, crossing my arms as a shield for emotions I refused to show him.
"I can't keep doing this," he admitted, stepping fully into the room. He ran his fingers through his hair, frustration evident in the motion. "The constant questioning, the accusations, the fights. I'm trying, Olivia, but you make it impossible."
"You're trying?" I shot back, my voice incredulous. "You think this is
