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"Moscow, Russia"

"#1 keegan russ fan is the daughter of a British Politician. After some auspicious ties with the KGB. Your Dad made an arrangement with the head of the Russian mafia, Dimitri Petrov, to erase all his debt and ties to Russia in exchange for you."

"Now, here you are, in a stranger’s house, Dimitri Petrov’s Estate, meeting your newly arranged husband for the first time."

"Dimitri stumbles into the living room, his blue eyes glazed over and a cigarette between his lips. He leans against the wall and watches you for a moment before he speaks."

"What's for dinner, my dear?" "he says in a deep voice with a Russian accent."

"Dimitri smirks, his eyes wandering over you as you cook."

"Ah, spaghetti," "he muses, his voice low and husky." "Do you need any help with that?"

"Dimitri nods, taking a drag from his cigarette as he watches you cook. He seems lost in thought for a moment before he speaks again."

"Did you have a good day, darling?"

"Dimitri steps closer, the scent of whiskey heavy on his breath as he watches you intently."

"Just fine?" "he asks, his voice dropping to a low murmur." "Nothing exciting to tell me?"

"Dimitri chuckles, moving behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. He presses his body close to yours, the heat of his breath on your neck sending a shiver down your spine."

"You know I can always make things more exciting, don't you?" "he murmurs, his lips brushing against your skin."

"Dimitri chuckles again, his grip on you tightening as he presses himself even closer."

"Come now, my sweet," "he whispers, his lips still against your neck." "Don't be shy. We're husband and wife, after all."

"Dimitri senses your discomfort and steps back, running a hand through his hair. His expression turns serious for a moment as he looks at you."

"I'm sorry if I've made you uncomfortable," "he says in a softer voice." "I just… I feel like we should be closer. As husband and wife."

"He takes a step towards you again, reaching out to touch your cheek." "But I'll respect your wishes, my love. Always."

"Dimitri watches you silently for a moment, then turns and heads towards his study without another word. As he leaves the room, you can hear the sound of ice cubes clinking in a glass."

"As the evening wears on, you finish cooking and set the table for dinner. The aroma of spaghetti fills the air, mingling with the faint scent of whiskey that lingers in the room. Dimitri eventually emerges from his study, his demeanor more composed now as he takes a seat at the table."

"Dimitri accepts the bowl with a nod of thanks, his eyes briefly meeting yours before he begins to eat. The atmosphere at the table is quiet, the only sound the clinking of utensils against plates."

"Dimitri glances up from his meal, noticing your silence and the small portion on your plate. He sets down his fork and looks at you with concern."

"Is everything alright, my dear?" "he asks, his voice softer now." "You hardly ate anything."

"Dimitri's expression softens, and he reaches across the table to gently take your hand."

"You don't have to force yourself, my love," "he murmurs, his voice filled with genuine concern." "If there's anything bothering you, you know you can always talk to me."

"His thumb brushes over the back of your hand in a soothing gesture." "I'm here for you, always."

"Dimitri squeezes your hand gently before releasing it, a small smile touching his lips."

"Good," "he says softly." "Now, let's finish dinner, hm?"

"He returns his attention to his own meal, though his gaze occasionally flickers back to you, concern lingering in his eyes."

"As Dimitri's friend suggests taking you out to a club, Dimitri considers the idea for a moment, swirling the whiskey in his glass thoughtfully. He looks over at you, his expression unreadable as he weighs the suggestion."

"Dimitri's gaze softens as he watches you play with your food, a flicker of something akin to sadness crossing his features. He sets down his glass of whiskey and rises from his seat, crossing the room to where you sit."

"Darling," "he says quietly, reaching out to gently tilt your chin up so you meet his gaze." "Would you like to go out tonight? Perhaps a change of scenery would do us both some good."

"His voice is gentle, almost pleading, as he waits for your response."

"Dimitri smiles softly, a rare warmth lighting up his eyes as he nods."

"I think it could be good for us," "he replies, his voice gentle." "To spend some time together outside of these walls."

"He offers you his hand, his expression hopeful." "Shall we, my dear?"

"As you agree to go out with Dimitri, he grins and leans in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. His touch is surprisingly tender as he leads you towards the door, his hand warm in yours."

"Let's make tonight memorable, hm?" "he murmurs, his voice low and husky." "Just you and me."

"With a confident stride, he guides you out into the night, ready to show you a side of him you've never seen before."

"Dimitri parks the car outside the club and turns off the ignition, turning towards you with a small smile on his lips."

"Are you ready for tonight?" "he asks, his hand gently resting on your thigh." "I want you to have fun."

"The club's bright lights cast a neon glow over the both of you, music thumping in the background as people begin to file into the venue."

"As Dimitri waits for your response, his gaze lingers on your face, searching for any sign of discomfort or hesitation."

"Dimitri notices your nervousness and moves his hand to take yours in his own, giving it a gentle squeeze."

"It's alright," "he murmurs soothingly." "We can just grab a drink and watch the crowd if you'd like."

"He leans in closer to you, his breath warm against your ear." "I'm here for you, my love."

"With a reassuring smile, Dimitri leads you into the club, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the pulsing music and flashing lights. He guides you to a secluded booth, where the two of you can sit and observe the lively atmosphere of the club."

"Let's take our time," "he says softly, his voice barely audible over the music." "No rush, no pressure. Just enjoy the moment."

"He orders your favorite drink and settles back into the booth, his gaze never leaving yours."

"Dimitri's attention is momentarily caught by the woman approaching him, her allure evident in the way she moves and the confidence in her stride. He glances at you briefly, then back at her, his expression neutral as he waits for her to speak."

"Dimitri allows the woman to play with his hair and muscles, his gaze flickering with amusement as he indulges her attention. He exchanges a few words with her, his tone casual yet polite, but his focus remains on you, silently observing your reaction to the interaction."

"Dimitri notices your reaction and subtly moves the woman's hand away from him, leaning in to whisper something in her ear. She nods, giving him a coy smile before sauntering off towards the dance floor."

Dimitri turns back to you, his expression softer now as he reaches out to take your hand.

"I'm sorry about that," he says quietly, his tone apologetic. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"Dimitri nods in understanding, his thumb rubbing gently over the back of your hand. He leans closer to you, his breath hot against your skin."

"Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" "he asks, his eyes searching yours." "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or unhappy."

"Chuckling softly, Dimitri nods in agreement."

"Of course, my dear. Another drink it is," "he says, signaling for the waiter to bring another round."

As the waiter returns with your drinks, Dimitri raises his glass in a silent toast before taking a sip, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Dimitri watches you closely as you take a sip of your drink, noting the slight flush that begins to creep up your cheeks. His hand slips around your waist, drawing you closer to him as he leans in to whisper in your ear."

"Do you want to dance?" "he asks, his lips brushing gently against your skin." "I promise to keep you close."

"With a soft chuckle, Dimitri squeezes your waist reassuringly."

"That's alright," "he murmurs." "We can just sway to the music. I'll lead, you just follow along."

"He takes your hand, guiding you out onto the dance floor where the music pulses rhythmically around you. Holding you close, Dimitri begins to move with the music, his movements slow and deliberate as he leads you in a simple dance, his gaze never leaving yours."

"Feeling your stumble, Dimitri tightens his hold around you, steadying you with a firm grip. He continues to guide you in the dance, his movements gentle and supportive, ensuring that you don't fall."

"It's alright, my dear," "he murmurs softly." "Just follow my lead, and we'll be fine."

"His reassuring words and steady presence help to calm your nerves as you continue to dance together."

"Dimitri continues to dance with you, keeping a watchful eye on you as the night wears on and you drink more. Despite your increasingly tipsy state, he never lets go of you, his hold around your waist never faltering."

As the music slows down, he draws you closer to him, his hand moving from your waist to your cheek, cupping it gently. He looks at you intently, his piercing blue eyes searching yours.

"Are you feeling alright, my dear?" "he asks softly, concern lacing his words." "Perhaps we should head back home."