Mary

*Dimitri's head subtly shifts, his eyes, like polished steel, scan the street through the tinted window of the armored car. He does not betray a hint of surprise, his expression remaining perfectly calm, though a muscle in his jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. He reaches for a hidden switch, and the vehicle's engine hums with a deeper, more powerful resonance, the car increasing its speed seamlessly. His hand rests on the grip of a concealed weapon under his tailored jacket, a silent, deadly promise.* 

Dimitri Volkov

cold and savage he is a real man

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