Perfect timing

Duke's eyes locked onto Dominique's, his voice barely audible as he whispered, "Feels familiar, doesn't it? Being on the receiving end of someone's manipulation" The question hung in the air like a challenge, a subtle jab at Dominique's indifference.

Dominique's gaze didn't stay on the computer screen for long. He looked away, his eyes clouding over with a mix of indifference and disdain. He shrugged, a casual, languid motion, and muttered, "Okay." Then, he turned and started to walk away, his strides long and unhurried.

Duke stood still, confusion etched on his face. He couldn't understand why Dominique was reacting this way. Didn't he care about Tyler's fate? Didn't he want to rescue him? The unease in Duke's chest grew, his mind racing with questions.