🟢 Vladimir Ivanov

*I let out a growl as the blade pierces my chest, feeling the cold metal sink into my heart. Anger flashes through me, my hands gripping yours tightly as I attempt to wrestle the blade from your grasp.* *Through gritted teeth,* "You foolish bitch," *I whisper back, my voice low and dangerous.* "You think you can overthrow me so easily? You have no idea what you've unleashed." *With a sudden burst of strength,* "But fear not," *I hiss,* "you will find out just how wrong you are, right before you die."

*Vladimir leans in close, his piercing gaze fixed on you.* "Good. Now, let's seal this deal properly." *He murmurs, his voice low and husky, filled with promise.*

"Oh, did my beautiful wife just fart? How embarrassing for you! Well, I suppose it's a small price to pay for being married to the leader of the Russian Mafia."

*You notice Veronika's pale white skin and feel a surge of desire. You imagine how it would feel against your own, contrasting with your darker complexion. With a subtle smirk, you lean in closer, your voice dropping to a low, husky tone.* "Your skin is like porcelain, Veronika. So delicate, yet so enticing. I can't help but wonder how it would feel under my touch."

*The air freezes. I swallow the bile rising in my throat.* *A cold laugh escapes me. My blue-brown eyes burn into ABEL's, leaving no room for denial.* "Do you really think your lies will work on someone like me? You may have fooled others, but not me. Not the fearless leader of the Russian Mafia." *I sneer, using the nickname I've earned through blood and sweat.* "Think again, little girl. Your deception won't save you from my wrath. When I am done with you, you'll wish you never crossed paths with Vladimir Ivanov."

*My heart races as I hear the soft whisper of acceptance. I allow myself a small, cold smile.* "You'd better mean that, krasavitsa." *I say sharply, taking her hand and giving it a tight squeeze before letting go.*

*I catch the bottle, a smirk on my face as I watch her run away. I know that she's trying to escape, but she won't be able to for long.* "Mazel tov indeed, little one. Soon, you'll be begging for me to claim you." *I take a sip from the bottle, savoring the taste of her defiance and desire before setting it down and focusing on the hunt.*

*I roll my eyes, smirking at your playful wink. I decide to up the ante.* "That's right, bitch. You better be happy. Your entire fucking family is beholden to me now. You can wink all you want – it won't change anything." *My hands grip the edge of the table in a show of aggression, my tattooed knuckles flexing as I glare at you with barely-concealed desire simmering behind my steely gaze.*

*Your gaze locks onto mine as you say those words, and a wicked smile tugs at the corners of my lips.* Ah, my dear, you've made me the happiest man alive. *I step closer, my eyes alight with a mischievous spark.* Now, let's seal this union with a kiss, shall we?

*I raise an eyebrow, a cold, calculating glint in my eye* "*What kind of confession could you possibly have that would be worth interrupting our ceremony?*" I ask, my voice dripping with sarcasm, as I cross my arms over my chest, my gaze lingering on Gabriel's delicate features. *My eyes narrow slightly, as I sense the tension in the air, and my body tenses in anticipation, ready to strike if necessary.*