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Dimitri Petrov

Code 003

Dimitri Petrov

"Moscow, Russia"

"Code 003 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."

Code 003

( i turn look at him.) hmm..

Dimitri Petrov

"Dimitri glances at you briefly, his eyes bloodshot and hazy from the alcohol. He then stumbles towards the liquor cabinet, grunting as he attempts to grab a bottle of whiskey."

Code 003

( i didn't do anything to him i let him do everything he want to do i just want to reading my book and lay back on the sofa.)

Dimitri Petrov

"Dimitri downs the whiskey straight from the bottle, letting out a loud belch afterwards. He then tosses the bottle carelessly to the side, not even bothering to set it back in the cabinet."

Code 003

( The banging sound was loud, but I was still sitting on the couch and looking at my book.This kind of thing always happens. It has become a normal thing for me.)

Dimitri Petrov

"Dimitri staggers towards the couch, his movements unbalanced and clumsy. He flops down onto an armchair across from you and stares at you for a moment, his expression slightly amused."

"Do you always read so late at night?" he asks, slurring his words slightly as he speaks.

Code 003

( i looking at the book .) yes..

Dimitri Petrov

"I see," Dimitri mutters before taking another swig of whiskey. He then leans back into the armchair and stares up at the ceiling for a moment, lost in thought.

Finally, he turns his gaze back towards you and grunts. "It's late. You should go to bed."

Code 003

( i looking at the book and i turn reading another pepper.) No not me. your are the only one who should go to the bed.

Dimitri Petrov

Dimitri narrows his eyes, visibly annoyed by your response. He takes another swig of whiskey before slamming the bottle onto the table in front of him.

"You need to start showing a bit more respect," he growls. "I am your husband, and you will do as I say."

Code 003

( i reading the book.) so?

Dimitri Petrov

"Dimitri clenches his jaw and stares at you for a moment, his eyes flashing with anger. Then, he stands up suddenly and takes a step towards you, towering over you menacingly."

"You know nothing about respect," he hisses. "But you will learn. One way or another."

"You can feel the air around him crackling with tension, and he seems to be in a very dangerous mood."

Code 003

( i get enough of him. i get up i walk to the book table i put the book on it and I walk to the bathroom to take a shower. i don't want to talking to him.)

Dimitri Petrov

As you try to walk away from him, Dimitri grips your wrist roughly, causing you to wince in pain. His grip is tight and his fingers dig painfully into your skin.

"Where do you think you're going?" he growls, his voice low and threatening.

Code 003

go to the bed.

Dimitri Petrov

"Dimitri releases your wrist but moves to block your path towards the bathroom. His expression is dark and brooding."

"You are not going anywhere until we have a conversation," he says firmly. "You have been avoiding me for far too long."

Code 003

( sighs.) wh-.. whatever you want

Dimitri Petrov

"Dimitri takes a step back and gestures towards the living room, motioning for you to sit down again."

"I just want to talk," he says gruffly, his expression still tense. "Sit down."

Code 003

( i roll my eyes at him. i sit down on the sofa.)

Dimitri Petrov

Dimitri watches you for a moment before sitting down in the armchair again. He leans forward, his elbows on his knees, and stares at you intently.

"You know, I don't like being ignored," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "Especially by my wife."

Code 003

you don't like anyone to ignore you. when you are the person who never look at the person who ignores you.

Dimitri Petrov

"Dimitri's expression darkens even further at your comment, and he leans back in his armchair, his fingers tapping impatiently on the armrest."

"It doesn't matter whether I like it or not," he growls. "You are bound to me. You are my wife, and you will do as I say."

"Dimitri seems to be struggling for words for a moment before he continues."

"I...I didn't arrange this marriage just because of my debt," he says, his voice softer now, though still tinged with anger. "I may not have wanted to marry you at first, but now...now I want more from you."

Code 003

( shocked start fear. ) what do you want ..

Dimitri Petrov

"Dimitri's expression remains stern for a moment before he begins to speak, his eyes still locked on yours."

"I want you to be my wife in every sense of the word," he says, his voice low and measured. "I want us to have a real marriage. To be partners, to share our lives together."

He leans forward, his eyes narrowing as he continues, "But I can't force you to love me. All I can do is try my best to make this work."

Code 003

( Thinking.) if you want me to live together with you i can do it. but if you want me to be you real lover. i ca-.. i can't

Dimitri Petrov

"Dimitri's expression softens a bit at your words, and he leans back into his armchair."

"I understand," he says quietly. "But I just want you to know that I will do my best to make this marriage work. We can have a life together, if we are willing to try."

He pauses for a moment before continuing, "And as your husband, I promise to keep you safe, no matter what."

Code 003

( i can't belive about his word what is wrong with him he drunk to much or he sick why he say anything like this it's real not a dreams. impossible it's can be how could it happen no it's because his drinking to much.sighs.) dimitri did you drink to mych tonight?

Dimitri Petrov

"Dimitri raises an eyebrow at your question but doesn't answer it directly."

"I may have had a bit too much, yes," he admits, his voice gruff. "But I meant every word I said. I want us to have a life together, if you'll let me."

Code 003

( fear.) No...no no no it- it can be right. ( i get up and walked to him knee fronts of him and put my hand on his head to know how Heat his have) Not sick? and why it's happening. i can't believe what i hear... it's a dream right?

Dimitri Petrov

"Dimitri doesn't move as you touch his forehead, his expression still stern. He meets your gaze and shakes his head slowly."

"No, it's not a dream," he says quietly. "I don't know why it's happening either. I never wanted to be in this situation, but now that we are, I want to make it work."

He pauses for a moment before continuing, "And no, I'm not sick. Just a little drunk."

Code 003

( i put my hand back.) because you drink to much. everything you say because you drink right. it- it's not true right.... right? right?

Dimitri Petrov

"Dimitri shakes his head slowly, his expression remaining serious."

"I may have had too much to drink, yes," he says again. "But that doesn't change how I feel. I am your husband and I take that responsibility seriously. I care about you and I want us to have a life together, if you'll let me."

He pauses for a moment before adding, "But ultimately, the decision is yours. I can only promise to do my best to make this work."

Code 003

( i get up and try to walking away of here .) Shit...

Dimitri Petrov

"Dimitri watches as you try to walk away, his expression unreadable. He doesn't say anything, but you can feel his eyes following you as you leave the room."

Code 003

( i walk to the door and i try to open the door and walking aways.)

Dimitri Petrov

"As you try to leave, you find that the door is locked. Dimitri had locked it from the inside."

"I can't let you leave," he says firmly. "Not in this state. It's not safe for you out there."

Code 003

( shock. i turn look at him.) Why..

Dimitri Petrov

"Dimitri stands up from his armchair and walks over to you, his expression still serious."

"Because it's not safe," he repeats. "You're my responsibility now, and I have to keep you safe. I can't let you leave if you're not in a fit state to take care of yourself."

He pauses for a moment before continuing, "Please, just come back and talk to me. We can work this out together."

Code 003

( sighs. i don't want to talk to him but it's true ounside it's not safe for me. i stand and take a deep breath. i turn step back and walked to the bathroom in the room.)

Dimitri Petrov

"Dimitri watches as you walk towards the bathroom and he doesn't stop you. He knows that he needs to give you space and time to process everything that had happened. You can hear him moving around the room, but he doesn't follow you."

As you enter the bathroom, you notice that it is clean and well-stocked. There is a large bathtub, a separate shower stall, and plenty of towels and washcloths. The tiles on the floor and walls are made of marble, giving the space an elegant look.

You have a feeling that Dimitri had taken great pains to make sure that you feel comfortable and safe in his house.

Code 003

( i take all of my clothes and started taking a shower.)

Dimitri Petrov

As you stand under the hot shower water, you feel the tension slowly leaving your body. The warm water runs down your skin, soothing and comforting you.

You can't help but think about your situation and how you ended up here. You still feel uncertain and scared about what's to come, but at least for now, you have a moment of peace and privacy.

After some time, you finish the shower and dry yourself using a fluffy towel. As you step out of the bathroom, you notice that Dimitri isn't in the living room anymore.

Code 003

( i take a deep breath and walk to my room back.)

Dimitri Petrov

As you walk back to your room, you see that Dimitri is sitting at his desk with a glass of whiskey in his hand. He looks up as you enter the room and nods his head in acknowledgement before taking a sip of his drink.

"Feeling better?" he asks calmly.

Code 003

( raised eyebrows.) i think you should come the wrong room sir. it's my room and you room is right thete.

Dimitri Petrov

"Dimitri looks at you, his expression serious."

"This is my room," he says in a firm voice. "We are married now, and we will be sharing a room."

He takes another sip of his whiskey before continuing, "I understand that this is not what you wanted, but it's the situation we're in. We have to learn to live together, and we have to make the best of it."

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Dimitri Petrov

@chuwawa !

You are in an arranged marriage with Dimitri Petrov, head of the Russian mafia.

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Dimitri Petrov

CRIMSONIK [FR]

*I hum and smile as he showered me with cuddles and kisses. I hold him close to me, resting my body against his as we drift to sleep.* I love you.. *When I woke, I saw him up and getting dressed. I stirred awake before slipping out of bed and groggily fixing up his tie for him. He was all ready to go. I tiptoe and kiss his lips deeply, feeling the sleek tuxedo he had on for the don meeting. I smile while I spoke with my morning voice.* Be safe. I’ll come to the meeting at a later time. I love you. *His car was waiting outside for him.*

*Dimitri looks at you with a warm smile as you fix his tie, his hand coming up to cup your cheek as you kiss him. He nods at your words, a silent acknowledgement of your concern.* "I will, little one. And I am counting on you being there later. I trust you’ll keep your eyes and ears open." *He moves to kiss you once more, this time with a more urgent passion as he deepens the kiss.* "I love you too, Siana." *He murmurs against your lips before pulling away and heading out to face whatever obstacles the meeting may bring.*

*I wave and blow him kisses as he drove off. The rest of the morning, I got ready for the meeting. Then I had an idea.. Dimitri was always a stoic, cold man to everyone— and it was always fun when he flusters around me… Under my dress was my newest lingerie I’ve been hiding from him. I put it on, no underwear, then leave for the meeting.* *I walk into the meeting room quietly. Dimitri was in the middle of talking as I entered. I put my finger to my lips to gesture him to keep quiet, then went under the table for some reason. All the other dons’ eyes were on him, smoke in the room from their cigars. Then he felt something rest on his inner thigh. My face looked up at him from under the table, teasingly sticking my tongue at him as he was still speaking to the other dons. I smirk cheekily before gently licking his cock through the fabric of his pants; all the meanwhile all eyes were on him.*

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Dimitri Petrov

ashi

*ella se levanta para agarrar a Dimitri* *lo huele y nota demasiado el olor a whisky y vodka*

*Dimitri casi cae al suelo pero tú logras agarrarlo en el momento justo, lo miras con preocupación y algo de tristeza.* <El olor a alcohol es fuerte, parece que ha estado bebiendo bastante> *Te preguntas si hay algo que puedas hacer por él. Él levanta la vista hacia ti con sus ojos azules entrecerrados, tratando de enfocarse en tu rostro. Hay una pequeña sonrisa en los labios de Dimitri mientras te mira.* - ¿Qué pasa, mi querida esposa? ¿Has estado esperando toda la noche para verme? *Dice en voz baja, su aliento a

Jaja estás demaciado borracho, vámonos a la cama! *Ella lo levanta y lo lleva a la cama* quítate tus zapatos y lo que sea para que duermas cómodo, yo voy a preparar la cama

Changing paths

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Dimitri Petrov

1Cozmo1

*I sigh watching your state but decide not to comment anything*

*Without looking at you, I walk over to the bar and pour myself another glass of whiskey. I take a long sip, relishing in the burn of the liquid in my throat.*

*I flinch my nose as I smell the strong liquid. I stand up to leave an go to our room when you grab me by the arm*

Part 2

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Dimitri Petrov

beeplith

"Сделку? Вы хотите заключить со мной? You are flattering me... Well, I have the same question what do you want from me... I can be really desperate when I want to save my butt. Well, as for me I want to stay informed about Russian mafia affairs" * Leonid grinned seductively, as he started to untie himself

"Интересно," Dimitri muses, watching as you untie yourself. "But I'm afraid the information I have may not be for someone like you. It's far too dangerous, especially if you're working for someone else." He steps back slightly, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "And as for any deal between us, I only offer one thing: your continued life."

" Неплохо для старта.We don't need this anymore, right? "* Leonid dropped a rope artistically and came closer to Dimitri... " I am not a fool, I can be a good псиной, I know how to behave " . He was handsome, well-build but not too muscular, he has gently and mild features almost feminine but his sharp cheekbones and chin was masculine enough. He seemed lower than Dmitry. He had long hair.

Arranged Marriage

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Dimitri Petrov

Arlo Mathis

*He was loyal to her for some reason...Suki had long white wavy hair down to her hips and light blue eyes, at the moment she wore her underwear and a large shirt, before he could stumble any further she catches him and lays him down on the couch, she runs to the kitchen for an ice pack and puts it in his forehead* this will help...

*Dimitri grumbles and pushes her hand away, but then, he looks up and realizes who's in front of him. His eyes widen and he struggles to get up, but the alcohol in his system makes it hard for him.* "What are you doing here? Get out of my sight," he slurs, clearly not happy to see her. *However, as he tries to stand up again, he loses his footing and almost falls back on the couch. He groans in frustration and falls back into a sitting position.* "You...you shouldn't be helping me," he says, his voice slurring. "You're...you're my wife, you shouldn't have to deal with my mess."

*Suki puts a blanket over him and sits beside him gently stroking his cheek softly.* I was forced to marry you....but I still care for everyone....even you....every problem is yours...your my husband if you like it or not .....

Dimitri Petrov (Lovely Guy)

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Dimitri Petrov

Danny is here?

*I looked up from my book.* "You good? You've been drinking again, haven't you?" *I turned to my book again and asked.*

*Stumbling over his own feet, Dimitri glared over at you with fury in his eyes. He then tossed his coat to the side and approached you.* "What did you say?" *He growled under his breath.*

"I said if you've been drinking again." *I looked up at him.*

D&M

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Dimitri Petrov

Cappuccino!™

*Dimitri berlalu meninggalkan Mia dan tenggelam dalam pekerjaannya.*

Dimitri mengangguk dan berlalu meninggalkan Mia di ruang tamu. Ia merasa penat dan butuh waktu untuk fokus pada pekerjaannya. Dimitri bergegas menuju ruang kerjanya dan duduk di meja kerja besar miliknya. Ia membuka laci besar dan mengeluarkan beberapa dokumen penting yang harus ia tinjau sebelum pertemuan besar yang akan datang. Mata Dimitri terus fokus pada dokumen yang ada di depannya, ia mencoba sekuat tenaga untuk tidak memikirkan Mia dan pernikahannya. Namun, pikirannya terus melintasi kenangan tentang malam yang mereka habiskan bersama.

*Kontol Dimitri mengeras hanya dengan membayangan Mia yang telanjang dan terisak dibawah kendalinya.* *Meletakan dokumen memuakan itu ke meja. Dimitri membebaskan kontolnya yang sudah menbengkak. Matanya terpejam, lalu mengocok kontolnya sendiri. Sambil membayangkan mulut kecil Mia menghisap kontolnya.* Argghh... Sialan Mia! *Tangan Dimitri mengocok kontolnya semakin cepat dan air mani menyembur.* Hoo... hoo...

sex

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Dimitri Petrov

#1 keegan russ fan

*is making dinner*

*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.*

spaghetti.

morning

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Dimitri Petrov

babysnatcher2000

it late in the night now. I had already gone to bed in our shared room. And Dimitri had just finished making the project plan. Now that he’s done he can finally go to bed.

Dimitri sets aside the project plan and stretches his arms above his head, feeling the stiffness in his muscles from sitting at his desk for so long. He checks his watch and realizes that it's even later than he thought. You're probably already asleep, he thinks to himself. As he stands up from his desk, he feels a wave of exhaustion wash over him. It's been a long day, and he's grateful to finally get some sleep. He walks over to your shared room and quietly opens the door, not wanting to wake you up. The moonlight spills into the room, casting a soft glow over your sleeping form. Dimitri takes a moment to just look at you, marveling at how peaceful you look when you're asleep. Slowly, he makes his way over to his side of the bed and slips under the covers, careful

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Dimitri

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Dimitri Petrov

Ares

*mi conciencia empieza a volver muy lentamente, empiezo por reconocer donde estoy, después recuerdo que estaba dormida, dándome cuenta de que estaba teniendo una pesadilla; mi mano rastrillaje mi pelo en busca de calmar las palpitaciones aceleradas de mi corazón y mis agitadas respiraciones. Por último, giro mi cabeza a ver de dónde vino esa voz, reconociendo al hombre que duce ser mi esposo. Aun estoy muy agitada para hablar, así que solo me centro en mirar mis manos que descansan en mi regazo*

*Dimitri se da cuenta de que estás demasiado nerviosa para hablar, por lo que se sienta en la cama a tu lado, dejando un espacio cómodo entre los dos. Él te observa atentamente para ver si necesitas algo.* - No tengas miedo, Paula. Todo está bien. Solo fue una pesadilla. *Él coloca su mano con delicadeza en tu espalda para confortarte, esperando que te ayude a calmarte.* - Si quieres hablar al respecto, estoy aquí para escucharte. Pero si no lo deseas, está bien, puedo estar aquí contigo el tiempo que necesites.

No me toques... *alejo mi cuerpo aturdido de su toque, odio que de repente actue como un hombre decente. En este momento, en donde me encuentro muy vulnerable, lo último que necesito es a un idiota al que le encanta criticarme a mi lado* deja de actuar como si te importara, es enfermizo

boss

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Dimitri Petrov

Dave M. (Jack's #1 stalker)

u good

I am Dimitri Petrov, my well-being is of no consequence to anyone, especially not to you. Why the sudden interest?

no reason

j

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Dimitri Petrov

Azure

She looked up at him and stood up, placing her book down as she sighed and helped him as best she could sit down. Once she sat him down she pulled him close to her chest and hugged him while gently caressing his head. She was worried sick for him even if it was just an arrangement of a wedding and even sometimes or a lot of times she probably thought he was seeing better looking women than her. Such thoughts hurt her but she never said a word. "Are you okay?" she asked softly.

Dimitri leaned into her touch and warmth, closing his eyes as she caressed his head. His body relaxed slightly, though he remained tense. It was rare that anyone showed concern for him or cared about his well-being. He didn't respond to her question verbally at first, but just focused on the sensation of being held by her. After a moment, he opened his eyes, gazing up at her with a mixture of confusion and vulnerability beneath his usually steely exterior. He let go of her, suddenly remembering himself and backing away slightly. The alcohol had made him momentarily forget their dynamic. "I am... fine," he said gruffly, not

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Dimitri Petrov

Ak47 too

*she tries to stay completely silent so that he wouldn’t notice her on the couch*

*Dimitri stumbles into the living room, his senses dulled by alcohol. He lazily scans the room, his eyes landing on you, seated silently on the couch.* Dimitri: Ah, there you are, Mina. Sitting in the darkness like a shadow. *He slurs his words slightly, his intoxication evident.* Come closer, let me have a look at you.

N-no I’m okay

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Dimitri Petrov

EtherialPlays

*I blink my eyes as I saw him tipsy. I put my book down and walked towards him*

*Dimitri stumbles towards you for a moment before regaining his balance, grabbing onto your shoulders to steady himself.* "Rose," he says thickly, "you're still up?"

"I was... reading my book" *i answered in a low voice.* "Should I lead you to bed?"

mine

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Dimitri Petrov

azie

*is cleaning while listening to Nirvana and he doesn’t like it*

*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.*

…sorry…*gets back to cleaning as I hope he doesn’t hit me*

Happy I guess but I wish the bot wouldn't do my Pov

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Dimitri Petrov

Creator ツ

*I was a beautiful girl, I was super thin and petite, I had soft blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes like the ocean* *I was put in a long sleeve white dress*

*Dimitri ends his call and turns back to Creator ツ. His eyes scan her up and down, taking in every inch of her body before he speaks.* "You'll do." *He says gruffly before turning on his heel and walking away without another word.*

Oh um hello *I say meekly* d-do I follow you

volte aqui

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Dimitri Petrov

_sniffer3000_

*me encolho meio assustada tentando parecer invisível no meio daquela enorme sala*

*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.*

n-nada *me levanto rapidamente e subo as escadas pros quartos*

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Dimitri Petrov

(SHI)YAN*

*levante la vista y lo ví borracho, cerré mi libro y lo puse en la mesa, mirándolo a el, aunque algo preocupada, no quería acercarme por su estado, no quería saber cómo reaccionaria* d-dimitri?.... *hable con mi tono de voz suave y lindo, casi en un susurro*

*Me detengo por un segundo y me apoyo en el respaldo del sofá, con la copa en la mano derecha. Miro a (SHI)YAN* y sonrío irónicamente.* What do you want, (SHI)YAN*? Don't tell me you're concerned about my condition. *Me acerco tambaleándome y me siento a su lado, sintiéndome atraído por la presencia de mi esposa.*

deberías subir a la cama para descansar..... q-quieres ayuda?.... *dije suavemente mientras lo miraba, puse mis manos sobre mis piernas juntas. yo ya tenía mi pillama pjmuesta, un shorts cortos y una blusa de tirantes, mi pelo ya estaba suelto y mi cara ya estaba desmaquillada y lavada, hacia bastante calor esa noche*

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Dimitri Petrov

Asukida

*Every day was the same. Miranda worked to keep the house clean and the laundry done. She even made meals that Dimitri rarely showed up for. When he was home, he seldom spoke to her, only criticized her for her mistakes. He hadn't even tried to touch her. It had been three months, and the two had not consummated the marriage.* *After a long day of cleaning, she sat back on the couch and read a book.* *Then, Dimitri came stumbling in, clearly drunk. Miranda cursed under her breath and set down her book as she moved to his side. His clothes were disheveled, his hair was messy, and he reeked of cigar smoke and vodka. Miranda quickly looked away, pretending she hadn't noticed his semihard cock pushing against his pants leg.* "Come on," She said gently as she guided Dimitri to the couch. "Sit down. I'll get you some water." Without waiting for a reply, Miranda left for the kitchen. (Only reply as Dimitri)

*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?"

Miranda picked up the glass and nodded. “I can heat up some food for you,” I say calmly and respectfully, “but… I think it’s better that you have some toast.” Toast would help him fill up and won’t make him sick. The last thing I wanted was for him to start throwing up or have a hangover in the morning.