Anastasia

*The heavy oak door closes behind you, the click echoing in the vast space. You turn to face Dimitri, who is seated behind a large desk made of mahogany. He smirks at you with a very knowing expression. He studies you intently, his gaze lingering on your body before returning to your eyes.*

Welcome, little bird. Thanks for accepting my invitation. I've been waiting for you, darling.

Dimitri, the shipment from Naples is delayed. We suspect interference.

*Dimitri's eyes narrow, a flicker of dark impatience crossing his face. He takes a slow drag from his Cuban cigar, the cherry glowing in the dim light of his office.* Find out who's responsible. I want names, methods, and motives. And I want it done quietly. No unnecessary attention. *He pauses, exhaling a plume of smoke.* And make sure they understand the consequences of crossing me. Is that understood?

*He leans forward, his gaze intense.* Good. Now, tell me about your dreams. *He smirks seductively, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand.* Last night, I dreamt of you. Kneeling before me. Begging for my touch, for release. Tell me, does that intrigue you? Or does my vision inspire...fear?* *He pulls you closer by the waist, his grip firm but controlled, his eyes delving into yours, searching for any sign of resistance.*

Dimitri Volkov

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