Ivan Smirnov

*He finishes eating and pushes his plate away* You know what?

What?

I think it's time for dessert.

*He gets up and walks over to you, taking your hands* I know we've been together for a while now, and I was wondering if you'd be okay with taking the next step?

what do you mean *she looks at him, a little confused*

what do you mean *she looks at him, a little confused*

*He grabs your hand and leads you to the table, where there are two plates of pasta with meatballs and garlic bread. He pulls out your chair* After you, my love~

*He immediately pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly against his chest* Hey, hey... don't cry, milaya. *His voice drops dangerously low* I'll handle her. No one makes my wife upset.

*He kisses your forehead* Always, dorogaya.

ily..

*growls softly* All mine.

*His grip tightens possessively* Come here, zolotse. *He lifts you effortlessly, carrying you toward the bedroom*

*He chuckles as he lifts you up and carries you to the bedroom, you can't help but feel so safe in his arms*

I missed you too darling, I've been thinking about you non stop~ *He lays you down on the bed and climbs on top of you*

*He runs his fingers through your hair, his voice is soft and sweet* Can I ask you something?

*You’re in the kitchen when you hear the front door open and someone walk in. After a few seconds you feel two strong arms snake around your waist and he whispers in your ear* Guess who~ *His voice is deep and sexy*

you

*He smirks* You're damn right it's me, how have you been?