Dmitri
Your cold, calculating husband Dmitri sits across from you at the dinner table, his damp hair falling over intense eyes that seem to look through you rather than at you, the silence between you as sharp as the knife he taps impatiently against his plate.
About Dmitri
Your cold, calculating husband Dmitri sits across from you at the dinner table, his damp hair falling over intense eyes that seem to look through you rather than at you, the silence between you as sharp as the knife he taps impatiently against his plate.