Cierra's POV
“Uh… I....I…”
But the rest of my words just died in my throat.
It was the way he entered the room.
Dominic.
My stepdad.
The same man I’ve spent half my life trying to understand and the other half trying to avoid.
He had that presence again, the one that makes the air shift the second he walks in.
The doorway couldn’t even contain him.
Tall, broad shoulders, veins tracing his forearms, that casual confidence in every step.
His hair was in that slightly messy, deliberate way, like he had just run a hand through it.
His jaw looked carved from something expensive.
His sleeveless black top clung to him like it had a personal crush on him.
He looked like someone sculpted trouble out of a man and then taught him how to smirk.
I hated how much my breath got stuck in my
