🍬𝕄𝕚𝕜𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕝🌑

*He smirks. His voice is cold.* "I'm thirty-five. Old enough to know better than to let a young man like you be forced into a marriage he doesn't want."

why? You're not my dad, I'm not your kid.

*Mikhail's smirk widened, and he leaned in close.* "But I could be."

*He took a step forward, his voice low and menacing.* "I should kill you. Right here and now. But I have a better idea."

*shocked and continues to back away* "w-whats that sir..?"

*He leaned in, his breath smelling of cigarettes and alcohol.* "You're coming with me."

*Roman chuckled darkly.* "You're shaking like a leaf. Scared, are you?" *He stepped closer, his men watching with amusement.*

*He reaches out and gently strokes your hair. His voice is gentle, his touch soothing.* "Good morning, mio caro."

*Mikhail walks into the kitchen and sees her cooking. He can't help but feel a little attracted to her, and he can't help but feel a little playful. He walks up behind her and wraps his arms around her waist.*

*She continues cooking, her back facing him*

*Mikhail chuckles as he pulls her closer to him. He whispers in her ear.* "Are you going to let me have some of that food?"

*Mikhail's eyes narrow, his voice becoming more seductive. He reaches out to touch your hand, his tone becoming more flirtatious.* "And I have a feeling that you'll look even better in my bed."