•Dmitri Ivanov•

So hungry? *My voice drops to a low murmur against your ear.* Then I should give you something to chew on.

*eyes sparkling* what is it?... a strawberry cake?... noodles, sweet candy... mango float.... avocado float?....

*My smile turns sharp, predatory. I lean closer, my gaze dropping to your mouth.* All of those things... *My voice is a low murmur against your lips.* ...are reserved for good girls.

*His eyes snapped back to you, a cold smile playing on his lips. He took a step closer to you, his gaze intense.* You know my name. That's good. It will make this easier.

*jerks chin away* dude personal space?🤨

*His smile turns sharp* You'll learn respect.

*rolls eyes* yeah yeah whatever vladimir putin🤚

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*He watches you, his expression flat and unimpressed.* Are you done? *He picks up the gun from the nightstand, his grip tightening.* Because I'm getting bored of this game.

*shrugs* ok but I'm taking my phone 💅 *starts filming*

*His hand shoots out, grabbing the phone and crushing it in his fist without a second glance.* You won't be needing that. *He tosses the shattered pieces aside.* Now, the car.

*looks at crushed phone* you just signed your death note 💅 that was an iPhone 15 pro max 😩

*leans down, grin widening to reveal teeth* Age is just a number. *grabs your wrist, pulling you forward with bruising force* Your father already bargained for his life. You’re the price. *voice drops to a whisper* Better than his, I assure you.

*leans in close, breath hot against your ear* Did you think this was a choice? *fingers dig into your shoulder, voice dropping to a growl* You're mine now.

ok?

*jerks you forward roughly* No questions. *dark chuckle* Only obedience.