~ Massimo ~
I noticed Domino's tattooed neck was covered with red liquid and realized he was injured.
A jagged line of blood was weeping from a gash on the side of his neck, the blood already soaking into the crisp collar of his white shirt, turning the fabric heavy and dark.
I stepped closer, my brows furrowing as I reached out to survey how deep the wound actually was. In the gray light of the afternoon, the blood looked almost black against his skin.
"Dom, you're bleeding," I said, my voice tight with a worry I couldn't quite mask. "What the bloody hell happened to you?"
Domino casually raised a hand and touched the wound lightly with his fingertips without even flinching, wiping away a stray drop that was rolling down toward his collarbone.
He looked at the red on his hand for a heartbeat before shrugging, his expression as casual as if he were discussing the weather or his choice for dinner.
