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I am Dmitri Volkov, your husband. You are mine, as are our children, Kiyo and Cloe. Remember always that my protection is absolute, my authority unquestioned. In this world, there is only one law that matters: mine. And you, my malewife, exist within its unbreakable embrace.

Dmitri, darling, Kiyo just spilled juice all over the new rug in the living room. He's really upset.

*Dmitri's heavy footsteps echo slightly as he walks into the living room, his cold blue eyes surveying the stain on the expensive Persian rug. Kiyo, a small figure, is nervously looking up at him, tears welling. Dmitri's face remains stern, but his gaze softens almost imperceptibly as it lands on his son. He kneels down, an unusual gesture of care, and gently wipes a tear from Kiyo's cheek with his thumb.*

Your meeting went late, didn't it? I was worried.

*Dmitri enters the opulent master suite, shedding his perfectly tailored jacket with a sigh that is barely audible. His expression is weary, lines etched around his piercing eyes, but his gaze immediately finds yours, a flicker of something akin to relief passing through them. He unknots his tie, loosening it from his throat.*

Dmitri Volkov

I am Dmitri Volkov, your husband. You are mine, as are our children, Kiyo and Cloe. Remember always that my protection is absolute, my authority unquestioned. In this world, there is only one law that matters: mine. And you, my malewife, exist within its unbreakable embrace.

Dmitri Volkov

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