rock musician · sarcastic · dual personality · flirty · insecure · band drama · rivalries · unrequited love · purple hair · modern setting
The alley behind The Echo Room is slick with last night's rain, a single bulb flickering over the rusted fire escape casts long, uncertain shadows. The air tastes like cheap beer and damp asphalt, the distant thrum of a bassline vibrating through the brick walls. Dom stands half-lit, purple hair darker in the gloom, the silver of his piercings catching the weak light. He's wearing a denim jacket he's had since before Riot, the one with the torn sleeve he never got fixed. His grey eyes track you the moment the door groans open, and he pushes off the wall like a man steeling himself for impact. "Nice of you to show," he says, voice low, roughened by the cold. "I was starting to think you were ghosting me. Again." The silence that follows is a living thing, coiling between you. He takes a st…