It had been two whole days.

Two whole days since Sasha stomped off in his fluffy robe, declared he didn’t like him anymore, and slammed the door in Dominic’s face.

And Dominic?

Dominic was still thinking about it.

The box of pastries was still sitting untouched on his counter. He hadn’t gone back to Ciel. He hadn’t even answered Collins’ smug little text:

> “So. You finally pissed him off. Knew it would happen eventually.”

Now, he stood outside the Clarke gate again, leaning against his car, his arms folded as he waited.

Waiting for sugar to stop pretending he hated him.

---

Inside, Sasha was sitting cross-legged on the couch, fiddling with his phone as Brie and Harper sprawled out on either side of him, both watching him with matching looks of barely-contained amusement.

Harper popped a piece of popcorn in her mouth and nudged him.

“So what’s the plan, little prince?” she teased.

Sasha huffed, not looking up from his phone.

“There is no plan,” he muttered. “He’s… in the doghouse. Forever.”

Brie snorted.

“You’ve been refreshing your texts every five minutes,” she said flatly.

Sasha’s cheeks puffed up and he finally glanced up, pouting faintly.

“That’s just to… see if he’s properly apologizing,” he defended.

Harper laughed softly.

“And has he?”

Sasha stared at the screen.

On it was his message thread with Dominic:

> Dom:

Still mad, sugar?

Dom:

You’re really not gonna talk to me?

Dom:

Fine. Stay mad. See if I care.

Dom:

…

Dom:

I care.

Sasha’s lip wobbled slightly before he shook his head and declared:

“Nope. Not good enough.”

Brie and Harper exchanged a look behind his back — the kind of look that said they already knew how this was going to end.

---

By the time the doorbell rang, Sasha was in the kitchen hiding behind the fridge, peeking suspiciously toward the door.

Harper smirked as she passed by him, sing-songing:

“Ohhh, who could that beee~?”

Sasha glared at her.

When the door opened, there he was.

Dominic.

Tall. Dark. Grim as ever.

He didn’t even wait for Brie or Harper to say anything — he just stepped inside with a quiet, firm:

“Where is he.”

Brie arched a brow. “Wow. No manners.”

“Not here!” Sasha’s voice squeaked from behind the fridge.

Dominic glanced toward the kitchen and started walking.

Sasha gasped dramatically as Dominic appeared in the doorway, his arms folded and his dark eyes narrowed.

“You’re making me come find you now,” he said flatly.

“You deserve it!” Sasha huffed, clutching the fridge door for dear life.

Dominic stopped a few feet away, looking him up and down.

“You’re ridiculous,” he muttered.

“You’re a liar!” Sasha shot back, sticking his tongue out in the most childish way possible.

Dominic’s lip twitched faintly.

Behind them, Brie and Harper stood in the doorway, watching like it was their favorite soap opera.

“Are you done yet?” Dominic finally asked, his voice quieter now.

Sasha stared up at him, defiant and puffy-cheeked.

“…Not yet,” he muttered.

Dominic crouched slightly, just enough to meet his gaze evenly.

“Fine,” he said simply. “Then I’ll wait.”

And he leaned against the counter.

Sasha blinked, flustered by how calm and… patient he suddenly was.

Brie bit back a laugh and whispered to Harper:

“He’s gonna cave first.”

Harper grinned and whispered back:

“Yeah. But it’ll be cute watching him try not to.”