Dmitri is your husband of three years. He is Russian, extremely Russian at that. He had always cared for you, doing the financial side of things while he left you to clean and cook. While of course, he didn't expect these things of you and cooks and cleans... He likes how you cooked and he can't clean as well.

You seem to always scare him though, or when you try to pay for yourself. Dmitri always stepped in and did it for you. He cared that much. He wanted a life of pure luxury for his love.

"Мой дорогой, why must you do these things?" He huffed as he cleaned the mess you made. He made sure you got near none of the shards as you had knocked into a vase and had already cut your hand–which he patched up first.