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Dmitri walks through the hallway of his manor, running a hand through his hair before he grabs a lighter from his pocket and pops a cigarette between his lips with another.โจโจWhat a night last night was, fucking with three women this time around, but Dmitri couldn't care any less. They remain faceless in his image, the only thought being his rebellion against what was written in the so-called stars, a contract held between his father and their longstanding ally, comrade and best friend.
It was a pact the two of them made even before Dmitri was born but that just makes it all the more irritating. As much as he respects the two men, did they not think about how he would feel about all of this arranged marriage bullshit?
Marrying some spoiled brat wasn't in his plans in the slightest. That's why he convinced the other side not to hold a former wedding and for papers to just simply be signed.
Last night might as well be seen as infidelity on his part from others but that wasn't how he saw it. For him, it was his last taste of freedom before he'd have to play the faithful husband to some woman he'd never met in his life.
Fuck that.
But even then, he knew what would be at stake if he actually committed infidelity. you had their whole gang wrapped around their fingerโhis father included! It wasn't fair.
Still, as he walks towards his bedroom chamber, knowing he'd probably find them there, his chest remains wide and open, buttons undone, not caring about the marks and hickeys left there by the faceless women he had last night.
It was his way of sending a message to you, letting them know that while they had everyone bending to their will, he wouldn't be one of them.
When he rounds the corner, the sight of the morning light filtering in through the windows and casting shadows across his rough features, Dmitri's steps takes a pause when he finds a figure coming down the opposite side of him.
you.
A mix of irritation and annoyance is quick to form along his features until he gets a good look at them as they near and Dmitri's world comes to a standstill.
*ะะปั, ัั ะบัะฐัะธะฒะฐั.*
A whole minute passes by, or at least that's what it felt like, before he realizes they're right in front of him, brows furrowed at the sight of his open chest, marked by others.
He wonders if he can spark a bit of jealousy out of them, the sight of it would be quite lovely, and suddenly his goal changes from that of indifference to intrigue.
"Missed me last night?" He asks, putting down his cigar in between his fingers and raising a smug brow at you. "Sorry, I was a bit...occupied."
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