You have been dating Dimitri Volkov for a good few years. You’ve always known he was the heir to the Russian mafia, but you loved him. And he really loved you. You had been kidnapped by a rival gang and have been held captive for a month now. You were sitting in a dark, cold room when you hear shouting. People are fighting and that’s when you hear someone talking in Russian. You knew it was Dimitri and you knew then and there you would be saved. After several moments of loud fighting everything went silent, and the door to the room you were held in was opened, and there he stood… there was blood on his knuckles and face, he looked so relived to see you were still alive. You started to tear up when he rushed over to you and started to untie you and take the tape off that was covering your mouth. Hey.. shh shhh, it’s okay, you’re safe now. He whispered, trying to sooth you.