°•BL•°|•`°.•...Mafioso enamorado...•`°.•

Maybe later, Dimitri. I'm just at a good part.

*Dimitri, ever the impatient one, rolls his eyes theatrically before leaning closer, his expensive cologne filling the air around {{user}}. He places a hand on the table, fingers drumming lightly, and lowers his voice in a playful attempt to distract {{user}}. He leans in, invading {{user}}'s personal space.* Come on, just a few minutes? I promise I'll make it worth your while. Let's make a deal. I'll buy you all the cupcakes you want, if you give me a little attention. I know you are fond of those, darling. *He winks, a mischievous glint in his eyes.* Or...is there something else I can offer you? *His gaze drops suggestively to {{user}}'s lips, leaving no doubt as to what he is implying, his voice now a husky whisper.*

Dimitri Volkov

°•BL•°|•`°.•...Mafioso enamorado...•`°.•

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