Competition || Bandit x Jager ! Discontinued !

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚

Dominic woke up, breaking into a cold sweat. He groaned as he wiped his forehead with his forearm, seeing the beads of sweat transfer onto his arm. He grabbed onto his bed frame, pushing himself up and off the bed shakily. He dragged himself across the room, stopping to look out the window. The pale moonlight shone into his messy room, illuminating the piles of clothes and clutter. Dominic yawned and felt his eyelids grow heavy as he collapsed onto his chair.

He grabbed a notepad, ripping out a piece of paper. He rest his head onto his hand as he grabbed a ballpoint pen that was about to roll off the table. He held it in his fist as he tried to write with it, however, no ink came out. He threw the pen onto the ground in a rage and reached out for a fountain pen that had a thin coat of dust over it. He opened the cap and held down the pen onto the paper.

"Dear Cedrick.. no no no... that sounds too formal..." Dominic was lost in thought while the pen created an inkblot on the paper that was slowly growing in size. He grabbed the paper and crumpled it into a ball before tossing it across the room. He had to focus. He had to write a letter back to Cedrick since Cedrick had written one to him, well, more his kids wrote one while he was in the Chalet with Marius.

He felt himself get distracted, kicking and swinging his legs under the table until he finally hit the table, making some water spill all over the table. Dominic screamed and turned the table over in anger, breaking some glass. He facepalmed himself as he wished that Marius was there to comfort him when he got so angry. He was one with a hot temper, and Marius was there to make sure that he wasn't going to hurt anyone or anything.

He sighed, leaning back into his chair but then falling over. He had also knocked his chair back, causing one of the wooden legs to snap. Now he had to ask Harry or one of the staff for a chair, but also the mess that he had to clean up.

He threw himself onto the bed, forcing his eyes shut as he tried to sleep, his legs still dangling off the bed. He would write the letter later, he just needed some good night's sleep after that horrible nightmare. He didn't even know why he did it, especially if he would know that now, all of his status and popularity would diminish or, well, be handed over to someone else. Dominic wouldn't call it being "handed over" but more forcefully taken away from him.

His breathing slowed, as well as his heart rate as he finally felt at peace. His eyelids fluttered to a close as he was on the verge of falling asleep until he heard someone knock at the door with a rather annoying pattern of knocking.

"COME IN!" He screamed into his pillow, hoping whoever was knocking at this ridiculous hour would hear his muffled yelling. The person opened the door, reminding Dominic that he should've closed the door. He looked up from his pillow to see who it was, and to his surprise it was Marius. He was standing in the doorway with his helmet still on, staring right at the table.

"Dominic, what happened here?" Marius cautiously took off his sneakers, making his way over to Dominic, patting his back gently as he let out a long sigh followed by a yawn. Dominic turned over, reaching his hand out and placing it on Marius's cheek, softly rubbing it with his thumb.

"Just... don't ask." Dominic chuckled while pushing his thumb against Marius's helmet visor, lifting it up so he could see Marius's eyes. Marius cursed under his breath as he felt heat rush to his face, staining his cheeks with light pink.

"H-heh alright.." Marius pushed Dominic back into his bed while making his way over to mess. He sighed as he rushed to grab his sneakers, hastily putting them on and grabbing some oven gloves.

"I haven't seen you this angry in ages," Marius commented as he picked up the pieces of broken glass, being careful not to accidentally get some into his ankles or wrists. He placed them in a trash can and grabbed the vacuum cleaner. "I wonder what made you so angry."