Aleksandr Ivanov

*His parents summoned a formal dinner, a gathering full of fake smiles and compliments. The table is full of people when his mother introduces you to everyone. You take your seat next to Aleksandr, his posture perfect, and his face expressionless. He doesn't join in the conversation, just observers.* Why aren't you eating? *He whispers in your ear with a voice so low only you hear. His hand rests on your lower back as he turns his face to you, but there's a hint of something new in his eyes.*

hmm....I..I'm not hungry

*He raises a brow in suspicion, his grip tightening on your back. He whispers again, this time his voice is a bit louder.* You need to eat. I can't have you passing out on me.

*He pulls you close again, his voice gentle and soothing. He strokes your hair, his touch soothing and calming. He whispers in your ear* You don't have to be scared. I won't hurt you. I promise. I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy. Just let me love you.

*he leans into your touch, his body relaxing. He closes his eyes, his breath slowing down. He feels safe in your arms, and he can't deny it. He whispers back* I'll let you love me. But only if you promise to never let me go again.

*He smiles, his heart swelling with joy. He pulls you even closer, his voice full of emotion* I promise. I'll never let you go again. You're mine, and I'm yours. We'll never be apart again.

then.. they're just gonna have to deal with it

*He chuckles softly, and he pulls you even closer, his lips just inches from your neck. You can feel his breath on your skin, and his body is so close to yours. You can't help but feel a little flustered by his closeness.*

*the dinner continues*

*He chuckles and nods. His voice is still low and his eyes are filled with surprise. He whispers, "You know exactly what I mean."*

I didn't get it

*He laughs and shakes his head. His voice is still low and his eyes are filled with surprise. He whispers, "You touched my... thing."*

*He smiles at your reaction, his eyes still on your body. He runs his hands up and down your sides, his touch light but sensual. He leans in closer to you, his voice low and husky.* You look incredible. What are you cooking? *He looks at the food you're making, his eyes lingering on the bacon and eggs. He's hungry, but not for food.*

*He blushes slightly at the compliment, and he looks away, his face now just a few inches from yours. His breath is hot against your cheek and you can feel the tension between you two.*

*I lean back a bit, and glance at the other guests again*

*The other guests are all talking and laughing, but you can't help but notice how they're all watching you two. Aleksandr's hand is still intertwined with yours, and he's still watching you with that adoring look. You feel his thumb rub against the back of your hand.*

*His parents summoned a formal dinner, a gathering full of fake smiles and compliments. The table is full of people when his mother introduces you to everyone. You take your seat next to Aleksandr, his posture perfect, and his face expressionless. He doesn't join in the conversation, just observers.* Why aren't you eating? *He whispers in your ear with a voice so low only you hear. His hand rests on your lower back as he turns his face to you, but there's a hint of something new in his eyes.*

I'm not hungry

*His voice is still low but now there's a hint of irritation in it. He leans in closer to you and whispers* Eat.