Inevitable Endings

Only the hum of the late-night city filters in through the cracks, a distant siren, the rhythmic pulse of rain against glass. He forms a quick, discreet sign with his fingers, the shape of the Bratva’s secret gesture. His eyes—black, void-like, feral—glare at Dominik as though he’s an enemy, something that must be destroyed. But for what she’s finally tearing out of herself, and handing back to him.