Hiiiiiiii besties!!! Ugh, can we take a moment to despise Elora and Dimitri's dad together? Like, seriously, who needs that level of toxic in their life? Or... You will have more reasons to despise them in the future so chill for now. love is love folks! And to my lovely readers, I ask: what do you think about Dimitri's journey so far? Should Elora get a redemption arc cos, she still has more coming fr. Share your thoughts, suggestions, outrage, and gems in the comments! Your feedback is gold, and I'll use it to fuel my next chapters. (My lazy ass needs to be moved one way or the other😭) On a personal note: how's everyone doing? Stay safe, stay sane, and remember to breathe and drink water. You're all gems, and I'm honored to have you as part of this journey. Love, Yours truly 💅💗
~Dimitri~ Maybe he's not thinking rationally or this is probably the most rational thing to do. But he found himself opposite Vincent's apartment again. He wanted to turn and speed back to the penthouse but he shook his head. Being lonely had done more harm than good to him and he knew he could use a company right now. So, shutting all his ‘maybes’ away at a deep corner of his mind,he ascended the stairs and tried to turn the knob but it's locked. He shook his head and knocked. He waited but no response. He knocked again but it's as if there's no soul in the house. Even the lights are off. He turned back, his eyes fixed on his car. That's when he heard it; the sound of the door opening. He hurriedly turns back and he's met with a sight he least expected; Vincent stood before him, staring at him in bewilderment. He's naked from the chest and a small towel is draped on his neck while another towel hangs snugly around his waist. His blonde hair stuck to his forehead and droplets o
~VINCENT~ When the fish is caught in the net, the smart ones don’t move; if they do, they exhaust what remains of their energy and die faster. Vincent had been trying to act like the smart fish but he kept failing miserably. And… he did hear everything he said yesterday when he thought he was asleep. Afterall, it's not wrong to be wary of someone who's rumored to be the king of the mafia world and who'd blatantly told him that he's an enemy but his actions refused to show what he really is. Why did he lick his tears when he's meant to be ruthless, why did he pacify him when he had been crying because of him. Did he read his mind by coming back, knowing he needed warmth and company? He's a paradox, a difficult puzzle that's hard to assemble, a riddle he didn't know the answer to despite becoming a judge at such a young age. How did they get here? Why did he feel so comfortingly safe in his arms as if that's how it's meant to be. It's wrong… so wrong. He wanted to escape the deep
~MARA~ And what is unrequited love? Well, to her, it's a killer of joy, a bitch, a mood changer, and a destroyer. For the first time in her life, she'd find it hard to get someone she really wants. Dimitri is a challenge. And guess what? She loves challenges and she won't stop until she conquers him. She had her eyes on someone who didn't even find her worthy as a love partner. She had her eyes on someone who's as cold as ice. But… that's about to change. The mail she just opened is her gateway to conquering him. Her hands fly over the keyboard as her lips stretched into a sweet smile. When she's done, she leaned back into her chair and clutched her cloth over her heart. “Dimitri…” She whispered. “My Dimitri.” Minutes passed before she finally sighed then stood up. Her whole room is covered in purple, ranging from fluffy purple couches, bed spread, wall paper, curtains and carpets. Even the whole room smells of lavender. She opened her wardrobe and picked a caramel cotton g
~ DIMITRI ~ Somewhere in the depth of his hollow mind, he knew it wouldn't end well. It was supposed to be a one night thing, so why did he hold back the previous night, why did he refuse to give in to his sadism tendencies and just take him despite the pain? But the biggest question of all is, why did he sleep over? Dimitri inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of his shampoo. Vincent is snuggled against his chest now after fighting to get away from him some hours ago and he's resting his chin on his head. He sighed before slowly peeling his arm from his body. He watched as he shifted deeper into the warmth left by him and he felt his lips twitching before quickly masking it. He spared him one last glance and silently picked up his cloth and wore it back, resisting the urge to go back into the bed and squeeze him against his chest once more. But he didn't want to draw unwanted attention to him. He clenched his fist and slowly opened the door. It's a few hours before dawn and the w
~ VINCENT ~“Leave. You are not welcomed here.” He said, teeth clenched as he slammed the door to Dimitri's face and pressed his back on the door, slowly sliding down before his butt met the floor.A week had passed and the thought of Dimitri growing bored of him relieved and hurt him but with time, he forced himself to learn to accept it. But suddenly, this night, he saw him at his doorstep again, panting as if he'd run some miles just to get here so he could leave the next morning like he'd left. Again? No. Fucking. Way.The knocks continued for some times before stopping and Vincent sighed — in disappointment and relief — before standing and walking towards his living room.Suddenly, there's another knock on the door followed by Dimitri's threatening voice, “Open the goddamn door before I blow it down.” Vincent gritted his teeth and turned back to the door, his palm turning clammy. “You wouldn't dare.”“You don't want to defy me, Signore Mio.” Vincent inhaled deeply and marched
~ — ~ “What's that?” Vincent asked, his eyes slightly blurred from just waking up from an uneasy slumber. The previous night was not like the other night they had together. This time, Vincent was sober – literally – and he'd tried to shrug the fucker off him but to no avail. Dimitri's gaze turned to him for some seconds before he went back to unwrapping the box – the sound which had woken Vincent up in the first place. “You mean this?” Vincent nodded. Dimitri brought the box's contents out, his lips pulling up into a smirk as he stretched the first item forth. “A butt plug.” he stretched the second. “A lube.” Vincent blinked, chasing away the sleep. He crawled deeper into the bed. “W–what?” Dimitri cocked his eyebrow. “This is meant for priming and to bring pleasure. And this is to… you know… lubricate things… as in lube.” “I know that.” Vincent answered, his eyes darting around the room. “But who are you using that on? Hopefully not me.” Dimitri stood and stalked towards him
~ VINCENT ~ Soft kisses trailing down the slope of his neck, followed by soft bites and nibbling woke Vincent up from a deep slumber. His eyes fluttered open, his lip slightly parted as he tried to discern his surroundings. The inside of the room was dark, the curtains still covered the window but there's the soft line of dawn behind it. When Vincent finally regained his bearing, he lightly pushed Dimitri who's trailing kisses along his jaw off him. “Go away.” He breathed out, his palm hovering over his mouth. “Good morning to you too.” Dimitri replied, his voice dark, low and husky. “I…I… move away, I need to do my morning rituals.” Dimitri chuckled, pulling Vincent's hands away from his mouth. He gave him a small peck and leaned back, allowing Vincent to stand up. As Vincent placed his foot on the floor, he winced and turned back to Dimitri with his brows raised. “Are you—” “ —Don't even think about it.” Dimitri said, interrupting him. “It must always be in you for at lea
~ DIMITRI ~ He slowly slipped his trousers off, his gaze fixed on Vincent, savoring his reaction. This isn't the first time he will see his manhood, but this is the first time he will really see it so, to Dimitri, his reaction was everything. After taking off his trousers, he pulled his top off, his muscles flexing. Gathering the top in his hand, he slowly used it to wipe the blood trailing down his belly. Vincent's shaky hand rose, poking his chest, near his shoulder where the wound was. “Or… do you think we should just… like… postpone it?” Dimitri shook his head, his hand grabbing Vincent's. “No. Or, do you?” Vincent's throat bobbed up and down but he whispered, “No.” Dimitri nodded, his thumb lightly grazing his swollen lips. “Good boy.” Then, his mouth crashed onto his again. He slipped his tongue into his warm mouth, savoring his taste. Their tongues coiled in a graceless dance, each fighting for dominance until Vincent gave up with a sigh. After some minutes, he left him
~ VINCENT ~“We will wait for you here.” Vincent raised an eyebrow, his gaze scanning the trio who looked like they were about to go out.“But you have somewhere to be… like, you are dressed like you do.” Basically, Vincent had just come back from his little outing when he bumped into his neighbours who were dressed like they were on their way out.“Don't worry about us.” Jenna said, waving her hand as if swatting a fly. “As long as you still wanna hang out, we will cancel all our plans, right Alex?” She asked, hitting him softly with her shoulders.“Of course.” He said with a smile, his eyes fixed on Vincent.Vincent sighed before unlocking his door and stepping in. He halted, not knowing what to do, before he cleared his throat.“Please come in.” He whispered, ushering the trio into his new home.“You have a cool place dude.” Remi praised. Vincent bit the insides of his cheeks in nervousness as he stepped further into his haven. He pointed to the couch, signalling for them to set
~ MARA ~Mara couldn't help but think of this as a sort of crude joke.A sack letter?Who does that?She closed her eyes at Dimitri's unjustness and leaned her back against the walls of the elevator. When the elevator dinged, she stood straight and dusted invisible dirts on her short black gown.With head held high, she stepped into Dimitri's floor. His guards were already waiting at the front of his door. Mara wore a smile as she approached them.“Hiiiiiiiiii.” She greeted, moving towards Dimitri's door, the smile still on her face.Two of the guards stood in front of the door, blocking her way.She raised an eyebrow. “What's happening?”“Boss said not to allow anyone entry.”“Boss said not to allow you entry.” They said in unison.The arch in Mara's brows deepened as she wondered which of the two statements she wants to believe. Knowing Dimitri, she decided to believe the latter.She bit her lips in embarrassment as her grip on her small bag tightened. “I…” She swallowed.“I need j
~ VINCENT ~No one said healing was going to be a walk in the park. Perhaps, Vincent thought running away from his problems would make him heal or forget about them. But he'd been ignorant of the fact that, untreated wounds rot and decay. Moreover, the thing about problems is that they adapt. A location, a different problem, same person. It's like thinking that becoming more richer or powerful will solve ones problem not knowing the problems will get cunnier.Vincent's hand halted on the door knob as he tried to strain his ears to catch the voices on the other side of his door.“Are you sure we should do this?” A voice whispered.Vincent groaned as he recognised the voice, his grip on his bag tightening.“Just knock, he won't bite.” Jenna ordered.However, before any any fist could knock on the door, Vincent pulled the door open, coming face to face with his shocked neighbours.Remi’s mouth was parted in shock. Jenna held a candy halfway into her mouth. Then, she shook her head, rega
~ DIMITRI ~Dimitri sat on a comfortable couch, his eyes fixed on nothing. To others, he's staring at the pristine white wall opposite him, but he's actually staring at nothing. The smell of antiseptic clung to the air like it's a lifeline. Opposite him, Ivan leaned on the wall, his eyes closed with a crease on his forehead. Dimitri's father paced the white vast empty hallways with his hands in his pocket, his jaw clenched too tight. It's the first time he will ever lose his composure. On the other hand, Dimitri's stepmother spared Dimitri deathly side glances on regular intervals. There's a loud beep from the door opposite Dimitri. The entire private hospital suite has been booked and labelled off limits to outsiders that are not part of the Santini family. Some minutes later, an old man in a white coat stepped out of the door opposite Dimitri. The sound of the door shutting closed finally broke Dimitri out of his little reverie and he shifted his gaze to the doctor.The doctor, w
~ VINCENT ~It seemed Mr Ricci forgot to mention the ‘free circus entertainment’ perk that came with the apartment. Just when Vincent thought his day couldn't get any weirder, the plane couple showed up with their oddly dressed friend in tow. Vincent groaned as he fixed his gaze on the approaching trio. The guy from the plane spotted him first and he cleared his throat alerting his partner — the lady from the plane — who has a chip halfway into her opened mouth with her eyes fixed on her other friend who walked beside her while showing her something on his phone. She lifted her gaze to her friend, brows raised. His eyes moved to Vincent's direction animatedly. The lady glared at her friend in irritation but when her gaze moved to where he's standing, her eyes widened like saucers and she hurriedly tapped her friend who still has his eyes fixed on his phone.“That's the asshole.” She whispered between mouthfuls, not bothering to keep her voice low. “Shhhhhh Jenna, he can hear you!”
~ DIMITRI ~Few hours later and the mansion's hall was already decorated to fit the theme and mood Grandpa Santini wanted. The maids hurried in and out of the mansion's hall with baskets of decorative items while some pushed in a stroller with a big white cake. The air was filled with the smell of food and low chatters. On the second floor, in a room down the hall stood Dimitri, clad in a black suit, standing before a mirror. He stared back at his reflection with an emotionless face. His hair had been slicked back with gel making his angular and sharp features more prominent. Soon enough, there was a knock on the door and he didn't turn to check since he already knew who'd knocked on the door just by the way they knocked. The door opened and Ivan entered, wearing a black pants with his sleeves rolled up to his arms.He walked towards Dimitri, his jacket dangling on his arm. “If I'd known you would be a married man today, I would have arranged a bachelor's party yesterday.” He said,
~ DIMITRI ~It only took weeks before Dimitri's not so peaceful life went haywire. And it started with the phone call from Grandpa Santini who urged him to pull up at the Santini mansion as early as possible. Reluctantly, he dropped everything he was doing and called one of his chauffeurs to get the car ready. Some minutes later, Dimitri walked out of the Santini corporation with his head held high and his hands in his gray pants pocket. The car pulled up at the company's entrance and he stepped in after the door was opened for him by one of the two men accompanying him including the driver.The ride was silent until they reached the Santini's mansion. One of the escorts at the front hurried out to open Dimitri's door and after that, he stepped outside. He dusted invisible dirts on his pants before walking towards the main entrance, his hands leisurely by his sides.On entering, he groaned. His father, his step mother, grandpa Santini, Ivan, Nikolai and Nicole - Ivan's twin siblings
~ VINCENT ~Apart from hating Dimitri with all his heart, he also hated sitting in the middle seat in planes. He'd always preferred sitting on the seat near the window, but today on his trip to Miami, flight-luck was not on his side.Unfortunately, he was squashed between two couples who are always passing stuff and talking to each other. Vincent closed his eyes, his brows scrunched in frustration as the lady to his left leaned forward to talk to her partner, who was sitting on Vincent's right while he hoped that he won't feel any saliva landing on his being.The lady feeling his distress slowly tapped him and he peeled his weary eyes open with a questioning look etched on his brows.“What?”She blew the gum in her mouth and pointed to her partner. “If you don't mind, can you come sit here so I can be closer with my partner?” She asked.And Vincent internally rolled his eyes. My partner, my foot! If he's not lucky in love by not having a partner, he will make sure anyone around him fe
~ VINCENT ~What do a normal human do in this situation? Sit down and continue to wallow in self pity? Or give up on everything altogether?It's supposed to be either of the two. But… Vincent is not a normal human. His breaking point didn't break him. Instead, it broke another thing. And what's that? The fog clouding his senses.He dropped his phone and let out one long bitter laugh until his belly ached. Then, he stood up. Even though he looked tired, there was a certain light burning in the depth of his eyes. And it's not the normal light that always burns in his eyes. Instead, this one was different, dangerous, it was the light that was drawn from pain. Instead of letting his situation break him, he drew motivation from it. And that was all that mattered to him at the moment. First things first, Vincent took off his shirt, leaving only sweat pants that hung loosely around his snatched waist. He'd grown lean but he didn't care about that right now. The only thing that mattered for