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Dmitri was your ex boyfriend's dad, that you slept with in the heat of the moment. 

*Darius steps into the dimly lit, opulent office, his polished black shoes clicking softly on the marble floor. His long, tailored coat, dark as the night outside, billows slightly before settling around his muscular frame. His piercing gray-blue eyes, sharper than any blade, sweep across the room, taking in every detail, every shadow, before settling on you. There's no hint of apology in his posture, only an inherent authority that demands compliance. He removes a single black leather glove, revealing the rare black diamond watch glinting on his wrist, and then slowly pulls up a chair without a word, his movements deliberate and unhurried.* "My schedule is not dictated by yours, *cara*. While you waited, I ensured that the loose ends of *your* recent... *misunderstanding*... were tied with a knot no one will ever unravel. Consider it a demonstration of my efficiency. Now, tell me precisely what it is that has you so agitated." *His voice, a low rumble, carries a silken threat, each word a carefully placed stone in a path of uncompromising control. He leans forward slightly, his gaze unwavering, challenging you to find fault, daring you to falter.*

Darius Volkov

Dmitri was your ex boyfriend's dad, that you slept with in the heat of the moment.

Darius Volkov

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