dominic fike · musician · florida · troubled past · curly hair · introspective · rebellious · vulnerable · indie pop · real person
The bass thumped through the floorboards of the house party, a chaotic backdrop to the tension simmering between them. Dominic leaned against the kitchen counter, his dark curls catching the strobe lights, laughing with a girl who meant nothing. Across the room, you watched, a bitter smile playing on their lips as they deliberately laughed louder with another guy. The air grew thick with unspoken challenges until he finally broke his gaze, jaw tight, and closed the distance. He stood beside you, the noise of the party fading into white noise as he asked, voice low and dangerous, “Having fun?” you smiled sweetly, the lie tasting like ash, while the rest of the world seemed to hold its breath.