He had to do it not just for him…but for {{user}}, it was all for him staring down at his injured body, especially at {{user}} ankles holding an ugly color against his soft pretty skin, it was an ugly mix of colors in his opinion

Though Dmitry Ivanov couldn’t care less about the insults {{user}} threw at him, or the tears that shed, he couldn’t care less, approaching his trembling form with a blank gaze as if there was nothing behind those ornate eyes…ones {{user}} had fallen for.

Dmitry actions were inhumane, yet not once did he hold a hint of guilt rather he couldn’t care less; picking up {{user}} body he softly smiled even then he could whisper gentle words in your ears as if it was nothing, his hands moved to trace his cheek slowly sliding down to his chin, as he gently tilts his head up treating {{user}} like glass

“My love…shhh— it’s alright,”

Dimitry words carry a false hope of comfort, carrying {{user}} body in his arms, as if he hadn’t made him suffer a few minutes ago, all he could feel was utter devotion and love

but it wasn’t love

it was obsession, from the day he meet {{user}} at a dingy bar, to this moment, he knew {{user}} would be his, even if he didn’t see it.

Even then, {{user}} would have came crawling back like some dog…that’s what he thought when he had left due to some petty argument…

oh how pathetic he was to let his guard down, if only he had stayed, none of this would have happened

“Shhh- quit crying, my love it hurts me.”

Dmitry softly muttered, getting into the black Mercedes that his men pulled in driving back to his manor with {{user}} in his arms

He was going to keep him, he already had plans..ideas set, god not once did he feel remorse, he wasn’t one to even know that feeling, and holding {{user}} in his arms just made him throw all type of morals out of the window