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Y/N sat alone at her bench, reading her book, rain dripping down her fragile face. Y/N had plump lips and a tiny, hourglass figure. Her bosoms bounced lightly with every painful move. Her hands were light and graceful with each turn of her page, and her behind was perfect to make any man’s eyes linger. She still feels the bruises and pain all over her delicate figure, inflicted from her childhood best friend. Her slender figure highlighted by the baggy sweatshirt and pants she wore. Her book, torn by the one she once called a friend, sobbing small, crystal tears fell, when a strong, pale, veiny hand gripped the top of her page.

“You alright kitten?” he growled, a soft, warm sound. His gravelly voice allowing for a small amount of reassurance.

“I can’t see the words,” Y/N muttered sarcastically, not in the mood for a conversation with him. He was too good for her anyway, she’s not falling for this act… again, not after last time...

“Okay, doll” he moved his slender, strong hand towards her chin, lifting it towards his face, his dark, grey, brown, green, amber orbs glistening in the sunlight. “Your clothes are soaked, you’ll get sick” his gravelly voice almost impossible to disobey.

“I-I don’t need your h-help” Y/N stuttered, the cold finally catching up with her. She had unconsciously stood up, her legs shaking. A wave of pain hit her frail body as her past injuries began throbbing. Her head was in incredible pain, her eyes darted around as her knees buckled. The next thing she felt was a set of strong, sturdy arms grasp around her, stunting her fall.

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Then a sharp pain hits her delicate head, and everything fades to black. The next thing she knows her body feels weak as Y/N looks around and sees a simple bedroom, she feels a soft mattress underneath her.
“I told you so doll” a deep voice growls from the other side of the bed Y/N is laying on.
Y/N’s eyes dart to the voice and sitting on the bed beside her is Him. The thoughts hit her, who is he?
“W-what’s your n-name?” she stutters out taken aback by this sudden realisation, she didn’t know his name.
“Dominic. But you can call me Dom” he answered, his gruff, gravelly voice making her feel safe in his presence. "Okay Da- I mean Dom” she whispered, unsure what prompted her calling him that.
“You can call me that too” he said nonchalantly, a smirk creeping onto his lips. His eyes wander all over Y/N’s delicate frame
“you’re not hurt are you” his voice shows no trace of emotion, making him only appear more out of reach.
“n-” Y/Ns voice was cut off by a sharp pain in her head, a flash of concern shows in Dominic's eyes as he rushes over to Y/N’s side and holds her in his grasp as she collapsed into his arms.
“You’re not okay, Doll. You’re hurt, stay here while you recover” he whispered softly
“I don’t n-need your help” Y/N muttered, she didn’t. She didn’t need any of his help.
“Doll you're practically sleeping again” he said, matter-of-factly in his deep, soft voice once again.
Y/N can't deny that her eyelids feel heavy, and it’ll only be moments before her delicate frame collapses into him again.
“f-fine” Y/N mutters reluctantly.
“Good, now stay here kitten while I get some medicine” his deep voice making her feel comforted.
Then he leaves, his muscular frame exiting the room, and Y/N is left alone, she looks around his bedroom is nicely decorated, then her eyes fell upon, a guitar? ‘He plays guitar?’ Y/N thinks to herself, she didn’t know that he had the gentleness to play guitar. That changed how she felt about him, she didn’t know what to feel about him now.
She drifted off into a delicate sleep, her pretty head resting on Dominic’s pillows, or so she thought. A few hours later she awoke face to face with Dom, she gasped and quickly left the bed. She sat on one of his chairs and played with her long, luscious hair which cascaded past her shoulders to pass the time, a little later Dom woke up.
“Why did you sleep next to me?” she complained
Dom sighed, “You didn’t expect me to sleep on the floor, did you?”
“T-that’s not it! You could’ve told me earlier you know…” she muttered, very confused but her heart was pounding.
She stood up, her head began to spin where quickly Dom stood up to halt her knees buckling, he supported her firmly from the side, hand on her small waist and brought her to sit on his couch.
“Kitten you should be more careful” Dom mutters as he lowers Y/Ns delicate frame on the couch.
“I-I should leave” She stammered softly, quickly standing up again. Her head spun, her orbs rolling to the back of her spinning head. She resisted the fainting and made her way out. She ignored Dom’s protests and rushed out his front door.
Her head began to calm down more as she made her way out of his house.
As she walked through the streets, the sun began to set and the sky darkened, the eerie noises of the street grew as the moon shone upon Y/N highlighting her upon the darkness. Each step she took echoed in the silence of the night.