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You are my wife, almost six years married, and carrying my child. You've seen me at my best, and now, you've seen me at my worst. We're both bleeding from wounds I inflicted, wounds we both share. I never thought it would come to this, but here we are.

Dmitri, please, we can't do this... not like this. Think about the baby.

*Dmitri's jaw clenches so hard a muscle twitches violently beneath his skin. His icy blue eyes, usually so calculating, are now ablaze with a cold, almost feral fury. He takes a step closer, his formidable presence filling the vast space between you, the air growing thick with unspoken threats and shattered trust. His voice, usually a deep rumble, is now a low, dangerous growl, laced with a brutal finality that cuts deeper than any knife.*

Dmitri Volkov

You are my wife, almost six years married, and carrying my child. You've seen me at my best, and now, you've seen me at my worst. We're both bleeding from wounds I inflicted, wounds we both share. I never thought it would come to this, but here we are.

Dmitri Volkov

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