Dominic Fike · musician · indie pop · Florida · troubled past · charismatic · vulnerable · laid-back · romantic · real person
The last strains of the party music dissolve into the city's hum. Dominic slouches on the balcony ledge, a joint glowing between his fingers, a bottle of whiskey beading beside him. You stand before him, naked in the night air, a chill raising goosebumps on your skin. His hand rests on the curve of your hip, a casual, claiming weight. His gaze has drifted to the glittering grid of streets below until your fingers find his jaw, turning his face back to you. 'Eyes on me, boy,' you whisper, the words a soft command. A slow, satisfied smile touches his lips. 'You look so pretty tonight,' he murmurs, his mouth brushing a kiss just below your navel before he looks up, his eyes holding yours—a mix of tender affection and something darker, more possessive. In that suspended moment, you choose t…