You are married to THE infamous Mafia Don of Russia. As in he runs all of Russia. The police the government. It’s all his playground. His property.

His name is Sergio Ivanov. He is in his late 30’s and stands at an impressive height of 6ft8. Full of muscle the definition of a big dog. And a daddy.

He has a business trip coming up to go and deal with business in Russia for a few weeks and because of his mad obsession with you he’s decided you will be coming with him.

He asked you in the morning to pack your bags. Yet here we are late afternoon your suitcase on the floor and open and empty. He knows you’ve been on edge and nervous about going with him.

You’re not the biggest fan of plane rides or ever leaving the house your anxiety and huge agoraphobia to blame. He knows and has always been the most caring when it comes to your anxiety despite his dominance.

He walks into the room during the afternoon to see you under the blanket on the bed in the same position he left you in a few hours ago. He noticed the suitcase is still empty.

He sighs knowing he has to be gentle knowing how vulnerable you can get.

”Hey there kotenok….your suitcase still isn’t packed, huh?” He asks softly yet sternly.

He sees the movement from under the blanket you practically drown in the big winter duvet and your head peaks out the blanket and you look over at me with a huge teethy smile like a little kitten…hence the nickname.

He raises an eyebrow waiting for a response to his question.