Music Recommendation: The grudge by Oliver Rodrigo
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Dominic's words hung in the air, thick and unrelenting.
"I don't want this, Celeste." He breathed out, repeating himself. "I can't predict your safety, and I hate having issues I can't predict, or control." He opened up.
The tremor in his voice wasn't anger. It was desperation. That bone-deep, chest-tightening desperation that made her throat close.
Celeste stared at him. His body was tense but his gaze was unbearably soft on her. With her, he was messy, flawed, and terrified. And yet, his gentleness was always sharp-edged, pressing against her independence like it was paper he kept trying to fold into his palm.
His gentleness wasn't 100% free. Mist times, he unintentionally oversteps, and it kills her. He should have discussed her work with her before making a decision. He meant well, but it would have been better if he heard her out before making a move.
