Luca's POV

　　As soon as I stepped into Dominic's room, this gut-wrenching feeling formed at the bottom of my stomach that told me something was off. Of course, the farther my eyes swept across the scene before me, the worse it all seemed: Dominic was sprawled on his couch shirtless, in a highly relaxed posture; the same one he always wore, where he was too relaxed; Leila slept on his bed, her clothes scattered across the floor, thrown off in some urgency.

　　I felt ...