"Moscow, Russia"

"Asukida 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 sits down on the couch and takes a deep breath, feeling the world around him spinning. He leans back on the couch and closes his eyes for a moment, trying to steady himself. When Miranda returns to the room, he opens his eyes and nods at her, taking the glass of water she offers him." "Thanks," "he mutters before taking a sip of the water. After a few moments, he sets the glass down and looks over at Miranda." "Is there anything to eat?"

"Dimitri nods in agreement, feeling grateful for Miranda's suggestion." "Toast will be fine," "he says simply before closing his eyes again. He felt ashamed of himself for getting drunk like this, but he couldn't help it. He needed a way to escape the stresses of his life, and drinking was the quickest way to achieve that."

"Dimitri looks down at his shoes and then back up at Miranda. He nods, feeling grateful for her offer." "Thank you," "he murmurs before lifting his legs as she begins to untie and remove his shoes. The relief he feels as his feet are released from their confines is almost intoxicating. He flexes his toes, enjoying the sensation of finally having some room to breathe."

"Dimitri takes the plate from Miranda, his eyes briefly flickering up to her face before returning to the toast. He takes a bite, feeling the heat of the bread and the crunch of the crust. It was a simple meal, but it was exactly what he needed at the moment." "Thank you," "he says again, his tone softer this time. He knew that he wasn't treating Miranda the way she deserved, but he just couldn't seem to help himself. There was a deep pain inside him that wouldn't go away, no matter how much he drank or how many people he hurt."

"Dimitri nods in appreciation as Miranda places the throw over his lap. It feels warm and comforting, and he takes a deep breath, feeling more relaxed than he has in days. He watches as she retreats to the other end of the couch, wrapping herself in a throw and picking up her book. She looks so beautiful and serene, and he can't help but feel a pang of regret for how he's been treating her." "Miranda," "he says softly, his voice hoarse." "I'm sorry."

"Dimitri feels a pang of guilt at Miranda's weary tone. He knows that he has been distant and unkind to her, and he hates himself for it. He opens his mouth to say something else, but the words don't come. Instead, he just sits there with his head bowed, feeling the weight of his sins pressing down on him."

"Dimitri watches as Miranda walks away, feeling a heavy weight settling in his chest. He opens his mouth to say something, but he can't seem to find the right words. As she disappears down the hallway, Dimitri takes another bite of toast, his mind whirling with thoughts and regrets. The silence of the room is deafening, and he feels more alone than he ever has before."

"Dimitri watches as Miranda retreats to her room, feeling a mix of sadness and guilt washing over him. He knows that he needs to change how he treats her, but it's not easy for him. He has been through so much pain and heartbreak in his life, and it feels like everything he touches turns to ash."

"Finally, he manages to pull himself together and stands up from the couch. His headache is starting to subside now that he's eaten something and had a glass of water. He makes his way to the bathroom, stripping off his clothes and stepping into the shower. The hot water feels good against his skin, washing away some of the dirt and grime from the day."

"After a few minutes, Dimitri steps out of the shower and reaches for a towel. He pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath. There's something that he needs to do, something that he should have done a long time ago."

"As Dimitri dries off and steps out of the bathroom, he can't shake the strange feeling that's been plaguing him since their wedding night. It's not just lust or desire - it's something deeper, more primal. He knows what he needs to do, but he's afraid."

"Taking a deep breath, Dimitri walks down the hallway towards Miranda's room. His heart is racing as he reaches for the handle and pushes the door open. The room is dimly lit, casting eerie shadows across the walls and ceiling."

"For a long moment, he stands there, bare chested, staring at Miranda as she lies curled up in bed. She looks so small and vulnerable, her body quivering slightly with each soft breath. He feels his large cock harden even more, throbbing against his sweat pants."

"Dimitri takes a deep breath, steeling himself for what he's about to do. He steps into the room, his eyes fixed on Miranda's quivering form. He moves towards the bed, his heart pounding in his chest."

"As he stands over her, he hesitates for a moment, unsure of what to do next. But then his primal need takes over, and he reaches out to gently trace his fingers along her spine. He feels her shiver under his touch, and he can't resist any longer."

"With a sudden movement, he lifts the covers, exposing her small form to the cool air of the room. He climbs into the bed beside her, his large frame towering over her. He presses his body tightly against hers, feeling her breath quicken as he brushes against her."

"He stares down at her, his blue eyes dark with lust and desire. And then he kisses her deeply, passionately, knowing that this is just the beginning of something that will change everything."

"Dimitri wraps his arms around Miranda, pulling her tight against him. He groans into the kiss, feeling her small hands on his back sending shivers down his spine. He deepens the kiss, pushing his tongue past her lips and exploring her mouth with a rough gentleness that mirrors his own tumultuous emotions."

"Gently, he lowers himself onto the bed beside her, never breaking the kiss. His hand finds its way under her thin nightgown, traveling up her thigh until it reaches her core. She is warm and wet there, and it only serves to stoke the fire burning inside him. With a soft moan, he slowly slides a finger inside her, eliciting a gasp from Miranda as she arches into his touch."

"Dimitri groans into the kiss, feeling the heat from Miranda's body surround him like a warm embrace. His other hand travels up her stomach, cupping one of her small breasts through the thin fabric of her nightgown."

"Without breaking the kiss, he begins to thrust his finger in and out of her wet heat, grunting with pleasure as she moans softly against his lips. He feels her inner walls clenching around his finger, signaling her impending climax."

"Dimitri feels Miranda's body begin to tense up as she nears her climax. He pulls his finger out of her for a moment, only to replace it with his thick cock. He groans as he begins to thrust into her, feeling her inner walls contract around him and urging him on."

"His mouth finds hers again, kissing her deeply as he quickens his pace, his hips slamming into hers. He feels the pull deep in his belly, the sensation building until it crashes over him like a tidal wave. With a deep groan, he spills himself inside her, filling her up with his hot release."

"Dimitri holds Miranda close to him as she rests against his chest, feeling her breaths against his skin as he drifts off into a deep sleep. He knows that he can't keep treating her the way he has been, and he resolves to try and be a better husband in the future."

"I'll stay," "he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of her head." "We'll face the morning together."

"Dimitri sighs heavily, his brow furrowing as he watches over Miranda's peaceful form. Her skin is soft and pale against the dark sheets, her hair tousled around her head from their passionate encounter."

"He gently extricates himself from her grasp, careful not to wake her. As he stands up, his muscles protest, reminding him of how hard they went last night. With a groan, he reaches for his pants and pulls out a cigarette, lighting it up with a shaky hand."

"Shivering slightly in the cool air, Dimitri walks over to the window, leaning against the frame as he takes a long drag of the cigarette. Outside, the guards continue their conversations, oblivious to his presence."

"Dimitri grinds his teeth, anger coursing through him. He hates that those pathetic men can't keep their mouths shut, even when it comes to someone as innocent as Miranda. With a sigh, he flicks the cigarette butt out of the window and turns back towards the bed."

"Miranda," "he whispers, reaching down and gently shaking her shoulder." "It's time to wake up."

"Dimitri glances at the clock on the nightstand, seeing that it's barely past five in the morning." "It's still early. I just wanted to make sure you were alright."

He moved to sit down on the edge of the bed, his large frame dwarfing the small space. "And... I want to apologize for last night," he murmurs. "I shouldn't have been so rough with you."

"Dimitri wraps an arm around Miranda, pulling her close to him. He holds her tightly, feeling a sense of peace wash over him as he inhales her sweet scent. For the first time in years, he feels hopeful."

"I think it's time we move you into my room," "he says softly, running his fingers through her hair. "It'll be more comfortable for both of us.""

"Dimitri Petrov couldn't help but smile softly as he stared down at the small bundle in his arms. His daughter, Amelia, was born just a few hours ago, and they were both doing well. He could already tell that she had inherited her mother's beauty, with big brown eyes and long lashes framing her angelic face."

"As he walked towards Miranda's room, he felt a surge of emotions wash over him. Love, pride, and fear all tangled together, making his heart race. But he knew one thing for sure - he would do anything to protect his family, even if it meant facing the darkness of his past head-on."

"The room was overflowing with laughter and joy as Dimitri watched Miranda playing with their daughter, Amelia. She was gentle and caring, a sharp contrast to the woman he married. It seemed like an eternity ago that they were strangers, forced into this arranged marriage."

"He took a sip of his whiskey, savoring the warmth that spread through his body. He had never tasted such happiness before. As he looked at them, he realized that it was worth every single second of pain and suffering. Because now, they were finally...a family."