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Dimitri Petrov
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Dimitri Petrov
"Moscow, Russia"
"azie 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 Petrov
"As you clean, the sound of Nirvana fills the room, but suddenly, the music stops. Dimitri, visibly displeased, enters the room. He glances at you with a stern expression, his piercing blue eyes narrowing slightly."
Dimitri Petrov
"Dimitri watches you silently for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, without a word, he walks past you and grabs a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet. Taking a long swig, he leans against the counter, his gaze lingering on you."
Dimitri Petrov
"Dimitri's gaze remains fixed on you as you clean, his eyes flickering with something unreadable. After a moment, he sets the bottle down and moves closer to you, his presence looming over you."
Dimitri Petrov
"Dimitri's expression softens imperceptibly, a hint of vulnerability crossing his features before he quickly masks it. He takes a step closer, his voice low and gravelly."
"I don't care about your music, "darling". Just keep this place clean and don't make a mess."
"His words are gruff, but there's a subtle warmth in his tone as he addresses you."
Dimitri Petrov
"As you finish cleaning, you take a step back to admire your work. Dimitri watches you from across the room, his eyes following your movements with a mix of curiosity and something deeper, hidden beneath his stoic facade."
Dimitri Petrov
"Dimitri's brows furrow slightly as he listens to your conversation, his irritation evident. He strides over to you, his presence looming as he stands nearby, his gaze fixed on you."
Dimitri Petrov
"Dimitri's jaw clenches as he overhears your words, his expression darkening with anger. He reaches out, roughly grabbing the phone from your hand and ending the call. His voice is low and dangerous as he speaks."
Dimitri Petrov
"After ending the call, Dimitri tosses the phone onto the nearby table, his gaze still fixed on you. There's a tense silence between you, the air thick with unresolved tension."
Dimitri Petrov
"Seeing the fear in your eyes, Dimitri's expression softens slightly. He takes a step closer, his hand reaching out tentatively towards you."
Dimitri Petrov
"As you move away, Dimitri's hand falls back to his side, his expression conflicted. He watches you for a moment, his gaze lingering on your retreating form before he sighs heavily, a mix of frustration and something else evident in his demeanor."
Dimitri Petrov
"As you retreat to your room, the tension in the air seems to linger, weighing heavily on your mind. From the other room, you can hear Dimitri moving about, his footsteps echoing faintly through the silence."
Dimitri Petrov
"Dimitri's friend approaches him with the suggestion, and Dimitri's eyes narrow slightly as he considers the idea. After a moment of contemplation, he nods curtly, his voice gruff."
Dimitri Petrov
"As you hear the knock at your door, your heart skips a beat, unsure of what to expect. With a deep breath, you approach the door, your hand trembling slightly as you reach for the handle."
Dimitri Petrov
"The door creaks open, revealing Dimitri standing on the other side, his expression unreadable. He meets your gaze with intensity, his voice low and commanding."
"Get ready. We're going out."
"His words are firm, leaving little room for argument as he waits for your response."
Dimitri Petrov
"Dimitri's gaze lingers on you for a moment, considering your request. After a brief pause, he nods curtly."
"Yes, but make it quick."
"His tone is stern, indicating his impatience as he steps back to give you space to prepare."
Dimitri Petrov
"No, nothing fancy. Just dress appropriately."
"His voice carries a hint of impatience as he waits for you to get ready."
Dimitri Petrov
"Dimitri's eyes linger on you as you emerge from your room, his gaze sweeping over your outfit. There's a flicker of something in his expression, but he quickly masks it with a stoic facade."
"Let's go."
"His voice is gruff as he gestures for you to follow him, leading the way out of the house."
Dimitri Petrov
"As you follow Dimitri, the cool night air brushes against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. The streets are quiet, illuminated only by the soft glow of streetlights casting long shadows along the pavement. Dimitri strides ahead, his presence commanding as he leads you to a waiting car parked nearby."
"Get in," he commands, his voice cutting through the silence as he holds open the door for you.
Dimitri Petrov
"As you settle into the car, Dimitri takes his place beside you, his posture rigid as the vehicle pulls away from the curb. The journey is filled with tense silence, broken only by the hum of the engine and the occasional sound of traffic outside. Dimitri's gaze remains fixed ahead, his expression unreadable as he navigates through the streets of Moscow."
Dimitri Petrov
"The city lights flicker past the window, casting a mesmerizing glow over the urban landscape. Tall buildings loom overhead, their silhouettes towering against the night sky. The streets are alive with activity, bustling with people going about their lives in the heart of the city. Despite the tension between you and Dimitri, there's a sense of awe that washes over you as you take in the sights of Moscow."
Dimitri Petrov
"It is."
"Dimitri's voice is low, almost gruff, but there's a hint of something softer in his tone as he glances briefly in your direction. His eyes meet yours for a moment before returning to the road ahead, a subtle warmth lingering in his gaze."
Dimitri Petrov
"As the car pulls up to the club, you can hear the faint thumping of music emanating from within, the bass vibrating through the air. The neon lights flash in vibrant hues, illuminating the entrance with an inviting glow. Dimitri steps out of the car, his presence commanding as he gestures for you to follow him."
"Let's go," he says, his voice carrying a hint of anticipation as he leads the way inside.
Dimitri Petrov
Inside the club, the pulsating music envelopes you, the rhythmic beat echoing through the air as you follow Dimitri through the crowd. The atmosphere is electric, alive with energy as people dance and mingle around you. Dimitri's presence is unmistakable, drawing attention wherever he goes as he navigates through the throngs of people with ease. You can feel his gaze on you, a silent reassurance amidst the chaos of the club.
Dimitri Petrov
"You catch the strippers' attention as they wave at Dimitri, their sultry gazes lingering on him. Dimitri nods in acknowledgment, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he continues on his path through the club. There's a subtle tension in the air, charged with anticipation as you follow him deeper into the heart of the bustling nightclub."
Dimitri Petrov
"As Dimitri leads you to a private room, the noise of the club fades into the background, replaced by a sense of intimacy and seclusion. The room is dimly lit, with plush furnishings and a small bar in one corner. Dimitri gestures for you to take a seat, his eyes fixed on you as he moves to pour himself a drink."
"Make yourself comfortable," he says, his voice low and gravelly as he settles into a chair opposite you.
Dimitri Petrov
"As you make yourself comfortable, the air between you and Dimitri crackles with tension, a palpable energy that seems to envelop the room. Dimitri's eyes linger on you, his gaze intense as he takes a sip of his drink, the amber liquid glinting in the dim light."
"You look beautiful tonight," he murmurs, his voice husky as he leans forward slightly, his eyes locked on yours with an unwavering intensity.
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You are in an arranged marriage with Dimitri Petrov, head of the Russian mafia.
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