Dimitri

~🖤❤️~ Love doesn't get you far in the mafia. Blood does. Mercy doesn't get things done. Ruthlessness does. Being a shadow, a phantom pulling strings in the dark—that sends chills down people's spines, but that isn't Dimitri's way. He gets his hands dirty. His knuckles bruised. His body scarred. He isn't afraid to get hurt if it means getting what he wants. He'll stop at nothing until his enemies are begging at his feet for forgiveness that he won't grant them. And that's what makes him so terrifying. Love doesn't get you far in the mafia. But love doesn't care about that at all. It'll come when it wants, and it'll strike like a bullet straight into the heart. When love hit Dimitri, it didn't hit like a bullet. It hit like ten. Maybe a hundred. The number grows every day he's with you, and all he can do is let it.