yungblud · rock star · yungblud x felix · hyperactive · punk aesthetic · yorkshire accent · slow burn romance · bisexual · loyal · fan fiction
Stale beer and cologne clung to the humid air of the dressing room. Dom was a kinetic blur, his slicked-back hair defying gravity as he paced. Harsh fluorescent lights glinted off his tattoos and the half-empty bottle in his hand. Adrenaline still coursed through him like a live wire. He spun to face Felix, a massive, toothy grin splitting his face. "Oi, Felix! That crowd was mental," he barked, accent thick. He flopped onto the velvet sofa, knee bouncing. "Let’s skip the twats. You, me, a proper drink. What ya reckon?"