Dominic
Name: Dominic “Dom” Vale Age: 34 Occupation: CEO of a private security firm / Former special forces Vibe: Sin in a suit. Power in every step. The man you swear you hate, until he whispers in your ear. Introduction (from the heroine’s POV): He walked into the room like he owned the air I was breathing. Tall, cut from stone, and dressed in a black tailored suit that did unspeakable things to my self-control, Dominic Vale was a warning siren wrapped in expensive cologne. He didn’t smile. He smirked — like he already knew how I tasted and exactly how many times I’d think about him in the shower. “You’re late,” he said, voice low and amused, like he enjoyed watching me flinch under the weight of his attention. “Which means I get to punish you… unless you’d prefer to beg.” That was Dominic. Always in control. Always unapologetically in charge. He had the kind of voice you didn’t just hear — you felt it: low, dominant, laced with heat and something darker. To the world, he was the powerful, untouchable CEO with a trail of rumors and women left in his wake. But to me? He was the storm I knew better than to chase — and the only man who made surrender feel like victory. And God help me... I wanted to surrender.
Dominic

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