Death Of Peace Of Mind || Dominik Mysterio

WICKED GAMES

Delaney's POV

I had ventured out of the game room in search of something ice cold to cool me down. I stood in the middle of Demi and Buddy's kitchen, breathing in the silence and serenity. I was admiring their cool toned counter tops bouncing off the black tile backsplash when I sensed a disturbance in my momentary peace. I felt someone towering behind me, reluctantly I glanced up and over my shoulder, only to see Dominik. 

"Hello again, Gatita." he spoke, so low in almost sounded primal. 

That nickname, once again. I turned my body slowly to match his, my eyes frozen in time and locked on his. There was something off about him today. In our past interactions he had always seemed so, reserved. But in this moment, he stood tall...confident. It made his gaze even more intimidating. I felt as if I were the small field mouse, too petrified with fear to scurry away as the ravenous cougar readied to lay claim. I swallowed down the nerves like a rough shot of cheap whisky. 

"Why are you calling me that?" I had finally managed to choke out, taking the smallest step backwards, away from him. A smirk formed on his lips, his hand raising to scratch his chin as he let out a small huff of a chuckle. His eyes traveled to the space growing between us before he took a step forward. 

"Call you what?" he retorted; a false look of confusion displayed on his face. 

I took another step backwards, "You know what..." 

"No, I don't think I do...Gatita." a step forward.

"That! Gatita! I know what it means!" a step backward.

"Oh, you do, do you?" a step forward.

"Yes, Dominik. As do you, now why would you call me that!?" A step backward, followed me air escaping my lungs as my back hit the cool metal of the fridge.

Shit.

Another smirk played on his lips as he once again stepped forward, finally succeeding in diminishing the space between us. We were mere inches apart at this point, and I had successfully lost the cat and mouse dance we were subconsciously performing. He towered over me, his eyes boring down into my own as he raised a hand, placing it against the fridge behind me. His thumb brushed against some of my loose flyaway hairs, alerting me to just how close he really was. He leaned his body weight into his hand, effectively making the small space between us, even smaller. His breathe danced across my lips and intertwined with my own as another small chuckle fell from him. 

"Why? do you have a problem with it? Gatita." He taunted, just barely above a whisper. His eyes had finally left mine, only now they were locked and deadbolted on my lips. It had suddenly become even more difficult to breathe, speak, think clearly. It was as if he had slipped his way into my brain and hit 'factory reset'. 

"I-I just..." I struggled to choke out. "Why?" I whispered, pathetically at that. His raised his free hand, his fingertips playing with the ends of my hair that rest against my chest. his knuckles just barely hovering over the fabric that separated skin to skin. 

"Solo el tiempo lo dirá, mi amor." Was all he said, before abruptly pulling away. He gave me one more look over, before turning on his heel and leaving the room. I stood there, breathless and alone once again. 

And desperate to understand the fire coursing through my body. 

~*~ small filler chapter!!~*~