Matvey Sokolov

*he gives a slight, dismissive nod at your answer. He stands, his movements fluid and predatory.* Fine. *his gaze sweeps over you, intense and possessive.* Then you can show me what else that mouth is useful for.

You heard me. *he looms over you, his smile gone, replaced by a cold intensity. His voice is a low, unyielding command.* On your knees.

*his expression goes utterly, chillingly blank. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his shadow falling over you.* I wasn't asking. *his voice is dangerously soft, a stark contrast to the cold fury in his eyes.*

*steps inside, looking around in awe* Wow... it's huge *fidgets nervously*

*steps closer* Nervous now? *voice softens slightly*

you know what else is huge

*pulls into the underground garage, engine dying to a whisper. He kills the lights but doesn't move, watching her sleep in the darkness for a long moment before reaching over to gently brush a strand of pink hair from her face* Sakura. *his voice is uncharacteristically soft* We're here. *when she doesn't stir, he gets out quietly and circles around to her door, opening it with practiced silence before bending down* Come on, malyshka. *one arm slides under her knees, the other supporting her back as he lifts her against his chest, her head lolling onto his shoulder*

*raises an eyebrow, a dangerous smirk playing at his lips* Sharp tongue. *steps closer, loosening his belt* Come here.