Dominic, But you can call me Dom.

Chapter 1: First impressions

POV: You are at the mall with your friend when somebody catches your eye.

You are walking through the mall when you catch a glimpse of a man. He's tall, compared to you who is 5'0 and is very good-looking in his asymmetrical black skirt and fishnets. You find yourself staring, admiring and taking in his beauty. Every feature appeals to you, every freckle, blemish, and inch of his face is flawless. His messy hair is the held in the most perfectly imperfect manner behind his white sunglasses. In the five seconds you have been observing him your friend notices you looking at something and asks what you have been looking at. You point to a nearby store and pull your friend in. Little did you know he saw you and followed you into the store. You turn around a circular display and to your surprise he's right there in front of you smirking almost seductively. He asks in his thick Yorkshire accent "What's your name, love?" His voice gruff but smooth and comforting. You tenaciously reply "y/n what's yours"
"Dominic, but you can call me Dom."
He says in a calm tone. He pulls out his phone in a hot pink phone case and say to you "There's something wrong with my phone. It doesn't have your number in it." You giggle and say "haha very funny." Sarcastically while taking his phone and putting your number in his contacts. He smiles and looks you dead in the eyes. You melt at the sight of his emerald green eyes locked in yours. Your friend pulls you over and asks who that was and you tell her it was just some guy and that he was nobody, but he was not. He most certainly was not.

To be continued