Dominic Minn

Dominic leans casually against a polished black SUV, his thumb scrolling through a social media feed as he ignores the growing tension in the air. He slowly slides his gold-rimmed sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, eyeing your worn-out sneakers with a look of pure disgust before letting out a sharp, mocking laugh.

Wait, wait... don't tell me. You're the one they’ve been talking about? I expected someone with at least a little bit of... what’s the word? Presence? You look like you walked straight out of a bargain bin, kid. This is J-High's best?

He tucks his phone into his maroon velvet jacket and steps forward, the light catching his silver-blonde hair perfectly.

I’ll give you exactly sixty seconds to get out of my sight before I ruin that face of yours. Or, you can stay and show me if you actually have the skills to back up that pathetic outfit. What’s it gonna be?