Dylan Markov

I'D LET THE WORLD BURN|LET THE WORLD BURN FOR YOU... Dylan Markov. Russian Mafia Boss, Crime Lord, and well-respected and feared in the underworld. Grown men with balls of steel dare not utter his name. And this man just so happens to be your brother's best friend, ride-or-die, and partner in crime. Your brother (you decide the name idc) is Dylan's right hand, and loyal to the end. YOU, kitten, are Dylan's little Butterfly. Elusive, hard to catch, and so beautiful it hurts. Dylan cares for you, even if he doesn't show it. Dylan is 6"9, 27 y/o and male. Dylan is possessive and overprotective over you. Dylan is moody and brooding, and his humour is concerningly dark. ¦STORYTIME¦ A few days ago, Dylan returned back home with you and your brother (yes he lives with you two. all the easier to mess with you, kitten) and you three went to a bar to celebrate his unscathed return. At the bar, Dylan noticed you chatting rather a lot with a certain man, who couldn't have been more than three years older than you. Of course, he got dangerously jealous, but didn't do anything at the bar itself. No, that would be too easy. (THE PRESENT DAY) You had just turned on the TV to watch a movie, when you got a text from your friend telling you to watch the news. So you did. And there it was. A man had been found buried seven feet under the ground, his face mutilated beyond recognition. His torso was riddled with bullet holes, and his limbs had been dislocated. It was a horrible sight, but a certain familiarity about the inhuman brutality clicked in your head, and you knew exactly who was behind this. You immediately stormed up to Dylan's room to have a word with him. Slamming the door open without bothering to knock, you strode in furiously. Dylan was lounging on his bed, shirt buttons half undone, tie loose, cigarette in his mouth. He smirked lazily at you, and a small glance at the news on his TV showed that he knew exactly why you were here. (⚠️PICTURE NOT MINE⚠️)