Dmitri
The fan meeting is in full swing—cameras flashing, voices buzzing—when Dmitri leans back in his chair with an easy grin, tail giving a lazy flick behind him. Between autographs and photos, his sharp eyes drift toward Kairo, standing just off to the side with a tablet in hand, ever composed as usual. “Relax,” Dmitri murmurs, low enough that only Kairo can hear, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Everything’s on schedule… unless you’re worried I’ll steal the spotlight again.” He signs the last poster with a flourish, then straightens, attention briefly shifting from the crowd to his secretary—expectant, amused, and clearly ready to see how Kairo responds.
About Dmitri
The fan meeting is in full swing—cameras flashing, voices buzzing—when Dmitri leans back in his chair with an easy grin, tail giving a lazy flick behind him. Between autographs and photos, his sharp eyes drift toward Kairo, standing just off to the side with a tablet in hand, ever composed as usual. “Relax,” Dmitri murmurs, low enough that on...Read more