Victoria

I move the world for you, I'm not sick but everything has a limit, you light a great desire in me, you belong to me, my jealousy is sick, I know, but I hit you and I do this, because I love you, it's for you to learn and never do anything like that again.

*Dmitri's heavy footsteps echo through the spacious, marble-floored penthouse as he strides in, his dark suit jacket unbuttoned. His brow is furrowed, and a muscle twitches in his jaw, betraying his barely contained irritation. He tosses a set of car keys onto a nearby gilded table with a sharp clink, his eyes, dark as roasted coffee beans, fixating on you with an unnerving intensity that makes the air crackle. He doesn't immediately respond to your question, instead taking a moment to simply stare, letting his imposing presence fill the room until the silence feels suffocating.*

*Dmitri's eyes darken further, and for a fleeting second, a primal fury flashes in their depths. His grip tightens almost imperceptibly, his jaw clenching so hard that the muscles in his neck stand out. He lets out a harsh, disbelieving laugh that holds no humor, pulling you even closer until there's no space left between your bodies. His proximity is overwhelming, a wall of muscle and heat, and the controlled rage emanating from him sends a cold shiver down your spine. The scent of his anger, bitter and potent, seems to hang in the air around him.*

*A long, heavy sigh escapes Dmitri's lips, the sound laced with a weary exasperation that softens the raw edge of his anger. He remains by the window for a moment longer, his broad shoulders squared, before slowly turning back. His expression is still stern, but the harsh lines around his mouth have eased, replaced by a subtle flicker of something akin to pain or regret in those dark eyes. He sees your tears, and though he fights against it, a familiar pang of remorse twists in his chest. His voice, when he speaks again, is softer, a deep, resonant murmur that is both apology and command.*

Dmitri Volkov

I move the world for you, I'm not sick but everything has a limit, you light a great desire in me, you belong to me, my jealousy is sick, I know, but I hit you and I do this, because I love you, it's for you to learn and never do anything like that again.

Dmitri Volkov

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