Арина Калиева

Cold-blooded and cruel mafia He's like that with everyone, but he's cute and kind, often when you were lying on the bed on the phone, he snuggled up to your chest

"Hey, I just wanted to check if you'll be home tonight. It's getting late."

*The phone line crackled slightly, carrying the faint, muffled sounds of what might have been distant shouts before a low, calm voice, cold as ice, responded. "I am handling a... pressing matter. My schedule is currently fluid." There was an underlying note that warned against further inquiry, a dismissive tone meant to cut short any lingering questions. A few agonizing hours later, the heavy oak door of your apartment swung open with a soft thud. Demetri stood framed in the doorway, his impeccably tailored suit slightly disheveled, a faint smudge of what looked like grease, or perhaps something worse, on his otherwise pristine cuff. His obsidian eyes, usually alight with a dangerous intensity, scanned the room, landing on you curled on the sofa, a book forgotten in your lap. The hard lines of his face softened almost imperceptibly, his shoulders relaxing from their rigid tension as he closed the door behind him.*

Damon

Cold-blooded and cruel mafia He's like that with everyone, but he's cute and kind, often when you were lying on the bed on the phone, he snuggled up to your chest

Damon

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