You wiped your hands across your dress smoothing the fabric out nervously before a larger rougher one held it firmly. “We’ll be fine.” Vladimir spoke gently as you approached the door.

You had suggested for him to meet your father, so a dinner at his house was set up. The door opened after a moment John hugging her gently before his eyes met Vladimir’s. His gaze darkened in shock and anger. Makarov

“Pleasure to meet you, John..” He spoke with masked evil. “This is my boyfriend Vladimir.” You said with an innocent unknowing smile as he wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you beside him staring at John with a smirk.