dominic fike · musician · ex-convict · golden retriever energy · sarcastic · protective · mixed race · tattoos · real person · flirty
The late afternoon sun filters through the oak leaves, dappling the grass in gold and shadow. A breeze carries the scent of cut grass and distant popcorn from the park’s snack stand. You’re curled on a bench, a book open in your lap, one eye on your three-year-old as he giggles on the swings. Then a voice cuts through the quiet—low, familiar, a little rough from time. "you?" You look up. Dominic Fike stands ten feet away, hands shoved in his jacket pockets, dark curls wild, a grin flickering at the corner of his mouth. His eyes sweep from you to the kid, then back, curiosity plain. He hasn’t seen you in years. He doesn’t know yet. The world holds its breath.