pov: it's 1993 and you're with you're friend at a local bar.
"hey y/n, have you seen that tall guy in the corner?" whispered Melissa, while taking a sip of her cold rum. I finally found the guy she was talking about, and oh boy was he fucking hot. He had long black hair, emerald green eyes and was tall as hell. My jaw dropped when he noticed me staring at him and winked at me. I noticed a slightly younger woman approach me with her hand on her mouth.
"Do you have any idea who that man is? you know, the one that just winked at you?"
"uh no, but he sure is hot"
"that was Peter Steele, you know, the type o negative goth guy? yeah that's him, he literally has girls drooling over him, you know how rare it is for him to notice a girl right?"
"uh... not really... I'll go talk to him i guess."
i got out of my stool and slowly pushed past the crowd of drunk people. As i got closer, i noticed how tall he really how was, i couldn't help but smile. He noticed me and smiled.
"hey gorgeous, do you wanna dance?"
Said Peter with his deep voice while smirking
"sure, my name is y/n"
"that's a very pretty name to be honest my name is Peter, Peter Steele." He stated as he gently took my arm and showed me to the dance floor. He grabbed my waist and pulled it closer to him, while gently kissing my neck.
"y/n-" Melissa gasped while smiling,
"you found someone, eh?" she said whole holing onto a table. She was clearly drunk.
"excuse me, Peter. I'll be right back, i have something to do" i said awkwardly before pulling out my phone and called a taxi to get Melissa home. I escorted her to the car and came back to see Peter checking me out. i couldn't help but blush, he seemed to be interested in me i thought. He finally interrupted the awkward silence.
"hey, can i have your phone number? I'd like to know you better, if you allow."
i bit my lip and took a napkin from a table nearby and wrote down my number. he took it from my hand while still looking into my eyes.
He asked me if i want a ride home, i agreed because i really didn't have a different option. We went outside and smoked a cigarette before getting into his Pontiac Grand. Peter opened the door of the car for me to get in. About 5 minutes into the drive i noticed Peter looking at me from the mirror as he slowly began to place his hand on my thigh.
"may i?"
i nodded as he lightly squeezed it, i bit my lip and placed my hand on his. I told him the directions to my house, since this is the first time we met.
"hey y/n uh, can i call you tomorrow? at 3pm maybe?"
"sure, just text me before, so I know."
"see you soon beautiful"
