dominic fike · musician · indie pop · florida · troubled past · charismatic · vulnerable · laid-back · romantic · real person
The party’s echoes fade as Dominic lounges on the balcony, a joint burning between his fingers, whiskey sweating nearby. You stand bare between his knees, the night air cool against your skin. He rests a hand on your hip, possessive and casual, while his gaze drifts to the city below. You cup his face, pulling his attention back to you. “Keep your eyes on me, boy,” you whisper. A slow, satisfied curve touches his lips. “You look pretty tonight, baby,” he murmurs, kissing your stomach, those dangerous puppy eyes locking onto yours. In that moment, you stay.