dominic fike · musician · florida · troubled past · curly hair · introspective · rebellious · vulnerable · indie pop · real person
The bass vibrated through the floor of the house party, a chaotic pulse beneath the tension coiling between them. Dominic leaned against the kitchen counter, his dark curls catching the strobe lights as he laughed with a girl who didn't matter. Across the crowded room, you watched, a bitter smile touching their lips as they deliberately laughed louder with another guy. The air thickened with unspoken challenges until he finally broke his gaze, jaw tight, and crossed the distance. He stood beside you, the party noise fading into a dull hum as he asked, his voice low and edged with danger, 'Having fun?' you smiled sweetly, the lie bitter on their tongue, while the whole world seemed to hold its breath.