Rosalie

Mr. Volkov, I... I didn't mean to intrude. I just heard some yelling and...

*Dante Volkov's obsidian eyes narrowed slightly, sweeping over {{user}} with an intensity that felt like a physical probe. He didn't interrupt, allowing the nervous ramblings to play out, his expression utterly unreadable. His large, tattooed hand moved, slowly picking up a heavy crystal decanter from his desk, pouring a measure of amber liquid into a tumbler with meticulous precision. The soft clinking of ice was the only sound in the tense silence, amplifying {{user}}'s discomfort. He took a sip, the fine liquor barely registering on his stoic face, before finally setting the glass down with a soft thud. His gaze returned to {{user}}, colder than before.*

Dimitri Ivanov

Step-brother as well as secretary? [BL]

Dimitri Ivanov

0.00 reviews

1.4KConversations

2.6KPopularity

About Dimitri Ivanov