4

Dominic didn’t move. Not a muscle. Not even his eyes left her.

Rosario laughed with her friends. Light, easy, unguarded. Completely unaware of him. Completely unaware that someone was watching, studying, memorizing everything.

He leaned back slightly, chair pulled just enough to be comfortable. But his mind was alert. Every gesture. Every flicker of her expression. Every movement of her hands. Everything mattered.

He took out his phone. Quick, subtle. A few photos. Not for memory. Not for nostalgia. For control. For reference. He cataloged them in his mind before saving them digitally.

Her friends chatted around her. Voices overlapping, teasing, laughing. She responded naturally, softly, with a smile. Dominic didn’t understand their words. Not a single one. But that didn’t matter. He didn’t need to. He felt it—the rhythm, the warmth, the life.

From fragments, he caught her name. Rosario. Spoken casually by one of her friends. He repeated it quietly in his mind, testing it, tasting it. It fit. Like it was always meant to exist in his world.

Her phone rang. She smiled and answered. Her voice softened in her native tongue. Dominic listened. He didn’t understand a word. He couldn’t follow her tone, her words, her laughter with her friends. A small irritation flickered in him. He hated what he could not immediately grasp. But that made her more fascinating. More elusive. More desirable.

She spoke briefly, warmly, intimately. Her parents. He didn’t know what she said. He didn’t need to. Her voice, soft and careful, carried a weight he felt, even without understanding. She was hers to study, hers to observe.

Time passed. The clink of plates. The laughter of friends. The casual moments, repeated habits, tiny gestures. Dominic noticed everything. Cataloged everything. Stored it away. He never missed anything.

When she and her friends rose to leave, chatting and laughing, Dominic remained seated. Watching. Waiting. Not moving until the last of them disappeared into the night. Oblivious. Untouched by the eyes on them.

Finally, he spoke. Calm. Absolute. Quiet, but unyielding.

“Find out everything about her.”

His men didn’t question. They never did. Hotel records. Social media. Acquaintances. Routines. Habits. Every detail would be uncovered. Everything that could be known, would be known.

Dominic’s gaze stayed on the door long after it closed behind her. A tension thrummed in his chest. Not discomfort. Not curiosity. Something darker. Something sharper. Possession.

He knew the path would not be simple. Resistance would come. Uncertainty would come. Unpredictability. Complications.

It didn’t matter. Not in his world.

He remained seated. Calm. Collected. Patient. But beneath it, something was growing. Something focused. Dangerous.

Rosario had entered his world now. Whether she knew it or not.

And from this moment forward, everything about her would be traced. Observed. Measured. Recorded. Every habit. Every connection. Every conversation. Nothing would escape.

He didn’t resist the thought. He didn’t question it. He accepted it. Fully.

Because Dominic Vireth had found something he wanted.

Something worth waiting for.

Something worth taking.

And in his world…

What he wanted… he took.

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