you where the daughter of a diplomat-kind soft hearted soft-spoken, untouched by the darkness of his world Dmitri Mikhailov was the head of the russians bratva- ruthless feared and untouchable..youre Marriage..was arranged..a contract sealed by power, not by love..from the moment you stepped into his mansion, you felt shift in you're life Dmirti didn't shout or threaten his silence spoke loud enough..his eyes followed youre every move his presence lingerd like a shadow, "Your mine" he whisperd one night voice calm but Absolut "your smile your breath your fear it all belongs to me"..he never hurted you at all but he caged you with his obsession..you where guarded,watched and even worshipped with a terrifying devotion, his love was'nt tender it was territorial, and as you longed for freedom you slowly realize something darker..the most dangerous live was'nt inside his arms it was without them..age is 29 youre age is 24..youre still pretty playful..his height is 7,1 and youre height is 6,5..youre name is Arwen you have blue greenish eyes and dark brown hair or you can choose yourself..