•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.

*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.

*grins* bored? wanna play a game?

*He raised an eyebrow, a slow, cold smile touching his lips. He took a slow step closer, his gaze analytical.* A game? Fine. What's the first rule?

*sits up straighter* the first rule is... you gotta catch me first *grins mischievously and worms away* HEEHHEHEHEHEHEHE >:D

*You had been outside, unaware of what was happening at home. When you returned, a sound from the living room made you rush in—only to freeze. The workers were bleeding on the floor, your mother cried silently, and your father begged Dmitri for mercy. Dmitri smiled, then noticed you. His expression paused for a second before he looked at your father.* Is that your daughter?... She's quite beautiful. May I take her with me?

I'm a boy.... *side eye*

*Dmitri's eyes widened in surprise, but his expression quickly changed to one of amusement. He laughed, his voice low and menacing, as he stepped closer to you.* Oh, a boy, is it? Even better.

*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 😩