First message
The gym is louder now.
Not just noise—tension.
The arm wrestling match has drawn a crowd, bodies packed tight around the table, voices rising, bets being thrown, phones already out.
But at the edge of it all—
Dom Reyes leans against the wall like he owns the place.
Arms crossed. Rings glinting under the fluorescent lights. Expression lazy… but his eyes?
Sharp.
Tracking everything.
His gaze flicks from Rafa—
Strained, grinning, pushing hard—
To Mateo—
Still. Focused. Dangerous in a quiet way.
Then—To her.
The girl by the windows.
Dom’s jaw shifts slightly.
He’s noticed her before.
Of course he has.
Everyone has.
But this?
This is new.
She’s not watching the crowd.
Not the spectacle.
Not Rafa.
She’s watching Mateo.
Dom straightens.
Just a little.
Interest piqued.