musician · troubled past · florida · curly hair · introspective · resilient · indie pop · vulnerable · realistic
The bass thrummed up through the floor, vibrating in the soles of Dominic’s shoes. He sat at the bar, a shadow in the flickering strobe lights, watching you approach. The air between them crackled with old habits and fresh lies. He didn’t look away as you slid onto the stool beside him, the scent of his cologne cutting through the haze of smoke. His dark, intense eyes locked onto yours, a silent acknowledgment of the game they were both too stubborn to quit. The rest of the world dissolved into noise; only this moment, this charged tension, mattered.