Novel & Cerita Red Hood Domino Mask

When Vivienne opened her eyes, she realized that this mask was different from the one Damien had sent. “It’s a cat-mask,” Marcus explained while Vivienne felt where the mask covered the entire upper portion of her face, from her forehead to the apples of her cheeks. “I would have preferred a full-face, but that might have drawn more attention.” “What about you?” She wondered, and then scoffed when the man reached into his pocket and pulled out a plain black domino mask. The sort of basic affair you could get from any fancy dress shop. “Oh, come on–”

This man was chaos in human form, and I didn’t have time for that. But I couldn’t stop my eyes from wandering over him. He wasn’t in one of his usual tailored suits. Instead, he was wearing a pair of jeans and a brown country club tee, with matching brown sneakers. His long black hair was tied back into a sleek braid that ran down his back. Casual Dominic was new to me. He looked more approachable, less imposing. And that made him even more dangerous. He caught me staring and cleared his throat, pulling my attention back to his face—or rather, the gold mask that covered half of it.

Adam agreed, but I caught his arm. “Wait. You’re allowing him to take me? To where?” “Relax. He means well.” He winked. “Well, wear this thing.” Dominic requested and placed a round-shaped pink stoned ring on my palm. It was strikingly beautiful. “What should I do with this—” I stopped. Dominic had already gotten away. I rolled my eyes and glared at Adam. “I’ll beat you senseless if anything goes wrong.” He laughed, lifting both his hands in surrender. “Okay!”

"Show me your left shoulder. Dominic, strip off the vest!" Dominic frowned, his striking gray eyes searching her panicked face. "Clara, my left shoulder has nothing on it. Only my pack crest—" "Please, Dominic!" she sobbed, her voice breaking. "If you love me, do it now!" Dominic hesitated for a fraction of a second. Seeing the absolute agony in his mate's eyes, he unbuckled the iron clasps of his tactical vest and let the heavy leather armor drop to the floor with a loud thud.

Adrian slows down and pulls into a parking lot outside a nondescript building with a single, pulsing neon sign above the door: THE VAULT. Ryder parks two rows away, killing his lights. He watches as Adrian steps out of the car. But before Adrian walks toward the entrance, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a mask—a simple, black velvet domino that covers his eyes and the bridge of his nose. He ties it securely behind his head. Ryder’s brow furrows. What the fuck is this?

Dominic seemed so eager for us to attend, and I could hardly resist his enthusiasm. On the night of the party, Dominic gave me a mask: a beautiful bit of black lace and gold trimming that just seemed to set around my eyes with perfection and really shroud me in mystery. I put on a silky, midnight-blue dress, smooth over my skin, glinting beneath the soft light inside the room. Dominic wore a sharp black suit and mask in matching colors. He reached out, clasped my hand, and wrapped his warm fingers around mine. Ready?" he asked in a soft yet excited voice.

Standing in the doorway like a ghost I thought I’d buried. My breath caught, sharp and involuntary, like someone had snatched it from my throat. “Do…” My voice cracked. “Dominic.” His name tasted strange on my tongue. He stood still, the light reflecting behind him. Hands tucked neatly into the pockets of a black coat, a black cap pulled low over his brow, and a mask still hanging from his neck half-pulled down, like he hadn’t fully decided if he wanted to be seen or not. But that face… even after a year, I knew it like a scar.

I found myself wondering how many tattoos he had. Then I lifted my eyes to his face to see that he wasn't handsome in the conventional way. Not flashy. Not charming. He was… precise. Controlled. The kind of composed that comes from absolute certainty. A man who knew exactly who he was. I realized I'd been watching him too openly. He turned, catching me. His eyes were the color of the ocean—calm on the surface, dangerous underneath. The intensity in them pinned me there, unable to break eye contact.

"We need to look like we aren't bleeding cash." They walked out into the safehouse staging area. Dominic was standing by the metal table, checking a pair of silver cufflinks. Hugo was leaning by the door, an earpiece already tucked into his collar. Dominic wore a charcoal tuxedo that fit his broad shoulders perfectly, making him look less like a street boss and more like a corporate raider. He turned his head, his dark eyes locking onto Lina. "You look like a million bucks, Lina," Dominic said, his voice dropping an octave.

The boys looked as handsome as ever with their suits and masks matching the colour of their clothes. Dominic went for black as usual with a mask that had little flowers. Rhys was dressed in white and gold. If I thought he couldn't pull off anything, I was lying to myself. While I had recovered enough to move around and even had to beg Dominic to attend, he made me use crutches. So here I was with a simple black suit and a plain black mask with my crutch under my arm. In my other hand, I had a punch, sipping quietly as the popular people flooded the phantom wolves. Except Zeke.