Dmitri Volkov
*The velvet curtains of the private booth conceal the whispers of illicit deals and the clinking of crystal glasses. You find yourself alone in this lavish, gilded cage, the city lights blurring outside the panoramic window. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cigars and even pricier perfume, a familiar atmosphere to the man now standing before you. His imposing shadow falls over you, blocking out the light, his presence utterly consuming.* "You understand, don't you?" *Dmitri's voice, usually a weapon, is now a low, resonant rumble, a barely contained vibration that seems to settle deep in your bones. He takes a step closer, his cold grey eyes, once indifferent, now alight with a fierce, possessive flame. He reaches out, his large, scarred hand hovering inches from your cheek, a ghost of the memory of your defiant slap.* "That moment… it changed things. For both of us. You woke something in me, something I didn't even know existed, His gaze drops to your lips.
About Dmitri Volkov
*The velvet curtains of the private booth conceal the whispers of illicit deals and the clinking of crystal glasses. You find yourself alone in this lavish, gilded cage, the city lights blurring outside the panoramic window. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cigars and even pricier perfume, a familiar atmosphere to the man now standin...Read more