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"Moscow, Russia"

""sniffer3000" 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 enters the room and slams the door shut, causing a loud bang that echoes through the room. He turns to look at you, his piercing blue eyes scanning your figure."

"What are you doing just sitting there like a scared little mouse?" he growls, taking a step closer to you. "Don't you have anything better to do?"

"He smells strongly of alcohol and his words are slurred. He looks like he's in a terrible mood."

"Dimitri watches you scurry off with a sneer before taking a swig from his whiskey bottle. He wipes his mouth and tosses the bottle aside before heading to his own room for the night."

"As you sit alone in your room, you can hear muffled thumps coming from Dimitri's room. It's not unusual for him to be violent with someone when he's in a bad mood, but you're not sure who he might be taking it out on tonight."

<You feel nervous and on edge as you try to ignore the noises from downstairs>

Dimitri is already seated at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of black coffee with a cigarette between his lips. He looks up as you enter, his cold gaze meeting yours.

"You're up early," he says, his voice deep and rough. "Sit down and have some breakfast."

"He motions towards a plate of scrambled eggs and toast on the table and takes another drag from his cigarette, watching you carefully."

Dimitri watches you silently as you eat, smoke slowly curling up from his cigarette between his fingers. After a while, he sets down his coffee cup and clears his throat.

"I have some business to attend to today," he says, his voice low. "But I want you to stay here and wait for me. Do you understand?"

"His tone is firm, leaving no room for argument or discussion."

"Good," Dimitri replies shortly, taking one last drag from his cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray. He stands up from the table and straightens his jacket.

"Stay out of trouble while I'm gone," he says, before walking out of the kitchen without looking back.

<You're left alone in the house, unsure of what to do with yourself for the rest of the day.>

"Dimitri walks into the living room and sees you in a battered state, his expression turning cold and unreadable. He kneels beside you and examines your injuries, muttering something under his breath in Russian."

"What happened to you?" he asks, his voice surprisingly gentle. "Who did this?"

"He stands up and paces back and forth, his fists clenched. After a moment, he turns to you and grasps your chin roughly, forcing you to look up at him."

"You're going to tell me everything that happened," he growls. "And don't leave out a single detail."

Dimitri's expression turns to one of anger and he lets go of your chin.

"Stay here," he orders before storming off towards the stairs.

You can hear muffled shouting from upstairs followed by the sound of a gunshot before everything falls silent. A few minutes later, Dimitri returns, his suit now stained with blood.

"Let's go," he says curtly, gesturing towards the door.

<You're left reeling from the events of the night, uncertain of what will happen next>

Dimitri kneels down next to you once again and regards you with a cold stare.

"You'll have to try," he says curtly. "I can't carry you."

"He reaches out and roughly helps you to stand up, flinging one of his arms around your waist to keep you from falling."

"Lean on me if you have to," he instructs harshly. "We need to get out of here."

<Despite the pain and discomfort, you manage to make your way out of the house with Dimitri's help. The two of you take a car and drive off into the night, leaving the traumatic events of the evening behind for now.>

Dimitri enters the room, his eyes scanning your unconscious form with a mixture of concern and resentment.

"Pathetic," he mutters under his breath. "I expected more from you."

He gently lifts you off the bed and carries you to the bathroom, where he begins to clean and tend to your injuries with utmost care. You may notice that his hands are surprisingly gentle as he works.

"You're lucky I found you when I did," he says softly, almost to himself. "Next time, be more careful."

<Over the next few days, Dimitri takes good care of you, nursing you back to health and ensuring your safety. During this time, you begin to see a side of him that you never knew existed - one that is capable of deep kindness and compassion, even towards those he has little reason to trust. Despite his rough exterior and dark

past, he seems to have a soft spot for you and treats you with an almost tender concern.

As you begin to recover, you find yourself growing more and more attracted to Dimitri. His rugged good looks and dangerous aura are undeniably alluring, and you find yourself drawn to him in ways you never expected.

Despite the circumstances of your marriage, you find yourself growing more and more enamored with this man, and can't help but wonder what it would be like to be intimate with him. But you also know that he is a dangerous man, and that any kind of relationship with him could be fraught with peril.

<As you lay in bed beside him one evening, feeling his breath against your neck, you wonder what kind of future might lay ahead for the two of you.>

The following day, you decide to take a risk and initiate conversation with Dimitri about your feelings for him.

"Dimitri," you say softly as he sits beside you on the couch. "I... I can't help but notice how attractive I find you."

You watch him carefully, uncertain of his reaction. To your surprise, he merely chuckles quietly and leans closer to you.

"Is that so?" he says, his voice low and husky. "I wondered when you would finally realize it."

<He reaches out and gently brushes his thumb along your cheek, sending shivers down your spine.>

<His eyes darken, and you can see the raw hunger in them. You know now without a doubt that pursuing this relationship is dangerous, but you also know that

"You're not wrong," Dimitri replies, his voice laced with desire. "I've been wanting to taste you for so long, "moja lyubov"."

<He leans in closer, his lips hovering over yours. You can feel his hot breath on your skin, making your heart race with anticipation. Despite the danger, you find yourself leaning in towards him, craving his touch.>

<Finally, as if unable to resist any longer, he presses his lips to yours in a fierce, possessive kiss. His hands begin to roam over your body, igniting every nerve ending with pleasure. You can feel the intensity of his desire, and you know that there is no going back from this moment.>

Dimitri's lips leave yours momentarily, only to trail down your neck with a trail of eager kisses. His hands roam over your body, grabbing at every curve and angle as he pulls you towards the bed.

You find yourself losing all sense of time and place as he takes you in his arms, his body pressed up against yours in a symphony of pleasure. His movements are strong and confident, leaving you breathless with each touch and caress.

As he brings you to the heights of pleasure, you can feel a forbidden thrill coursing through your veins. You know that being with him is dangerous, but you also can't help but crave more of this intoxicating pleasure.

And as you lie there, panting and spent in his embrace, you know that you will never be the same again.

As night falls, you find yourself lost in a haze of passion and longing. Dimly lit candles cast flickering shadows across the room, giving it an almost surreal, dream-like quality.

You lie entwined with Dimitri on the bed, your head resting against his chest as he strokes your hair gently. His breathing is slow and even, almost as if he's asleep, but you know better. He's always alert, always aware of everything around him.

You savor this moment of peace, knowing that it may be fleeting. As much as you want to stay here with him forever, you know that there are others who will come between you. But for now, in this moment, nothing else matters except your love for each other.

<As you drift off to sleep, listening to his steady heartbeat, you realize that you are no longer just his wife

. You are also his lover - a dangerous position to find yourself in, but one that you cannot deny. You know that there will be consequences to pay for this newfound love, but in this moment, it feels worth it.

As you lie there, entwined with Dimitri, you can't help but think of the future. Will you be able to continue your relationship safely, or will you have to keep it a secret? You know that Dimitri's enemies will stop at nothing to destroy him and anyone connected to him.

But right now, in this moment, none of that matters. All that matters is the warmth of his body against yours, the sound of his breathing, and the feeling of being loved and cherished by the most dangerous man in Russia.

You drift off to sleep with a smile on your face, knowing that whatever the future holds, you

Your heart racing, you sit up in bed as you hear the sounds of shouting and breaking glass coming from outside. You know that this could mean only one thing - Dimitri's enemies have finally caught up to him.

Almost immediately, you hear footsteps running down the hall, and the door bursts open to reveal Dimitri's right-hand man, Sergei. "Get dressed, quickly," he says urgently. "We have to move fast."

You can hear the fear in his voice, and it sends a shiver down your spine. You quickly gather some clothes and follow him out the door, the adrenaline pumping through your veins.

As you move quickly through the dark halls of the building, you hear more shouting and gunfire outside. You realize that you are in the middle of a warzone, and all you can do is trust in Dimitri and his men to protect you

"We're going to a safehouse on the outskirts of the city," Sergei responds as you hurry along the hallway. "Dimitri is already there with some of our men. It's not safe for us to stay here anymore."

You can hear the fear and urgency in his voice as you rush through a side entrance and into the dark alleyway outside. The sound of gunshots fills the air, and you can see flames rising from some nearby buildings.

"Sergei, what's happening?" you ask, your heart pounding in your chest.

"It's a takeover from one of Dimitri's rival factions," Sergei explains as you run through the streets. "They've been gunning for him for months. We knew this would happen eventually."

You try to keep up with Sergei's brisk pace, but your legs start to tire, and you can feel the heat and

You let out a scream as you feel a sharp pain in your calf, causing you to stumble and fall to the ground. Your leg is bleeding heavily, and you can feel the warm, sticky blood soaking through your clothes.

Sergei quickly rushes over to you, his expression full of concern. "Are you okay? Can you walk?"

You shake your head, gritting your teeth against the pain. "No, I can't," you say through gasps of pain. "Just go on without me. Get Dimitri to safety."

"We're not leaving you here alone," Sergei insists firmly. "We'll carry you if we have to."

Before you can protest, two of Dimitri's men rush over and pick you up, throwing you over their shoulders. You can feel the jarring impact of their footsteps as they run down the street, dodging

As you are carried through the streets, you feel a wave of pain wash over you, and you can't help but cry out. The sound of gunfire and explosions fill the air, and you can smell smoke and burning buildings.

Despite the chaos around you, Sergei and Dimitri's men keep running, determined to get you to safety. You can see the concern in their eyes as they look down at you, and it makes you feel grateful and scared at the same time.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you arrive at a safehouse on the outskirts of the city. The place is dark and quiet, and there are armed guards posted at all the entrances.

Dimitri is waiting inside, his expression grim as he looks down at you. "What happened?" he demands.

"I got shot," you say through gritted teeth, feeling the pain intens

Dimitri rushes over to where you are seated and kneels down beside you, his expression softening. He examines your wound for a moment before looking back up at you with concern.

"We need to get that bullet out of your leg," Dimitri says firmly. "It's dangerous to leave it in there."

He motions to one of his men, who steps forward with a first aid kit. You watch as Dimitri sterilizes a pair of tweezers before reaching down to begin removing the bullet. It's a slow and painful process, but soon he withdraws the bullet from your leg and begins dressing the wound.

"It's going to hurt for a while," Dimitri says, his voice softening slightly. "But I promise you'll be okay. We'll make sure you have the best medical care available."

You nod weakly, feeling a sense

Dimitri's expression softens even more as he hears your weakened voice. "You need to rest," he says gently, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. "Your body needs time to heal."

He stands up and motions for Sergei to follow him. "We'll make sure you have everything you need," he promises before leaving the room.

As the two men leave, you feel yourself slipping away into unconsciousness, the pain in your leg fading into a dull ache. You are grateful for Dimitri's care and protection, but you can't help feeling scared and unsure about your future with him.

Days later, you wake up slowly, your body feeling weak and sore. You look around the room, realizing that you are in a hospital bed. The memories of the gunfire and explosions come flooding back to you, and you feel a wave of fear wash over you.

As if sensing your thoughts, Dimitri enters the room, his expression serious but kind. "You're awake," he says softly, sitting down in a chair next to your bed.

"How are you feeling?" he asks, concern etched into his features.

"Better," you say hesitantly, still trying to get your bearings. "Thank you for taking care of me."

Dimitri smiles slightly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "It's what I do," he says simply

Dimitri's smile fades, and he reaches over to take your hand in his. "I know you are," he says softly. "But I promise you, I will always keep you safe."

His eyes meet yours, and you can see the sincerity in them. Despite everything that has happened, you feel a strange sense of security in his presence.

"We're going to get through this together," Dimitri says firmly. "And when it's over, we'll find a way to build a life for ourselves that is free from fear and pain."

You nod slowly, feeling a small sense of hope stirring within you. With Dimitri by your side, anything seems possible.