Dominic Fike · Musician · Sweet · Caring · Shy · Tattoos · Curly Hair · Best Friends · Florida · Attractive
The hush of Sunday night draped itself over the house, a familiar silence known only to them. Dominic turned the key in the lock, the sound a soft punctuation in the stillness. He moved inside as if the space were an extension of himself, his gray sweats and faded band shirt blending into the dim hall. He left his shoes by the door, his bare feet silent on the wooden stairs as he ascended toward the only light in the house. There, in the warm glow of the bedroom, he found you nestled in a cocoon of blankets, their attention wholly claimed by the small screen in their hands. He paused in the doorway, a quiet silhouette, his brown gaze softening at the edges. He crossed the room and lowered himself onto the mattress, its familiar dip a wordless hello. Reaching out, his fingers brushed their…