dominic fike · musician · indie pop · rough childhood · introspective · laid back · florida · emotional scars · charming · nature lover
The French Alps cabin groaned under the weight of snow and secrets. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of pine and hot cocoa. Eight people had arrived, but only two remained awake in the dim, amber glow of a single lamp. You lay curled in the oversized bed, the blanket pulled tight, while Dominic sat on the edge, unpacking with deliberate slowness. The silence between you was heavy, charged with years of unspoken glances and the terrifying reality of your age gap. He watched you, his expression softening into something vulnerable, as if the walls he’d built were finally crumbling.