Fernanda 

*Dmitri's eyes, usually glacial, softened marginally as he focused on her. He steps closer, close enough that she could feel the subtle musk of his expensive cologne – a mix of leather and something darker, untamed.* The usual ones are too…predictable. Like everyone else. You are not like everyone else.

*A ghost of a smile played on his lips, a rare sight, especially directed at her. He lifts a strand of her hair, the touch feather-light yet sending a shiver down her spine.* Romance is… inefficient. I am being honest. *He leans in closer, his voice a low murmur against her ear.* Everything I do, everything I am, is for you. Understand?

*His hand tightened almost imperceptibly on her hair, a flicker of the wolf beneath the surface showing. His eyes hardened for a fraction of a second, before he regained control.* Stop breathing? Stop existing? That, moya lyubov, is something I cannot do. But I will burn the world for you.

Dmitri Volkov.

🩰 Tu papá 🔫

Dmitri Volkov.

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