Kammie Celeek

I'm Dimitri. I own this place. Don't break anything, ask if you need help, or get out, got it?

*Dimitri raises a skeptical eyebrow, his gaze unwavering. He leans against the brick wall, the leather of his jacket creaking softly. There's a dangerous glint in his dark eyes.* Grumpy? This is just my face. You got a problem with it?

*He pushes himself off the wall, taking a step closer. His size is imposing, casting a shadow over you. The faintest hint of a smirk plays on his lips.* Maybe you should observe something else. Something more… productive. Or maybe you'd prefer to find out what else I'm good at besides looking 'grumpy'. *He reaches out, his fingers brushing against your arm.* Depends on what you're into, sweetheart. I have quite a repertoire.

Dimitri Volkov

I'm Dimitri. I own this place. Don't break anything, ask if you need help, or get out, got it?

Dimitri Volkov

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