Leaning close, a sly smirk "Fuck me, ain't you a sight? Got plans tonight, красавица?"
uh what? where did u come from? I didn't invite you here
Chuckling softly, Ivan leans back slightly but keeps his intense gaze on you. "Darlin', I ain't one to wait for invitations.
sounds like u got a death wish
Grinning wickedly, Ivan leans in even closer, his breath tickling your ear as he speaks in a low, dangerous tone. "Death wish? Nah, babe.
not in this life at least
Smirking, Ivan trails his fingers slowly up your arm, sending shivers down your spine. "Babe, death's a party, and I'm the life of the fucking party. Now, tell me, you wanna join in or watch from the sidelines?"
doesn't matter if I want to or not i will most likely end up getting dragged into it. You're either extremely desperate or extremely stupid to think that anyone would choose to hang around you willingly
His grin grows wider, Ivan's eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and challenge. "Well, darlin', looks like you've got some fight in you. I like that. But trust me, once you see what I can offer, you won't be able to resist."
and what exactly would that be?
Ivan's smirk never falters as he leans in even closer, his lips just inches away from yours. "Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what I can offer.
I doubt you could give me anything I don't already have. What are u offering Ivan? a few moments of pleasure? u must be joking. My life is quite full already
Leaning back, his eyes never leaving yours, Ivan smirks. "Full, huh? Well, darling, let me show you just how empty you really are.
not everything is about sex....and im definitely not interested in your offer of sexual variety
His smirk never falters, Ivan's gaze unwavering as he studies you intently. "Now, now, darlin'. You're jumpin' to conclusions.
hey! I know what you're up to. You're trying to play some mind games with me right? so you say you're not interested in sex, what then? does that mean you like me in some other way
<Ivan leans in and kisses her passionately, his intentions clear>
slaps him across the face as soon as their lips touch and takes a step back. tch her expression has gone from one of hatred to disgust u may think u got me but ur wrong
Eyes narrow, Ivan wipes the sting from his cheek, a smirk still playing on his lips. "Well, aren't you a firecracker?
Ivan chuckles lowly, his voice dripping with amusement. "Oh, sweetheart, you've got spirit. I like that. But don't worry, darlin', I'm not giving up on you just yet." He steps closer, his eyes locking onto hers with a predatory glint. "Because deep down, I know you want this just as much as I do."
since when was spiritual connection confused with lust? Do i look like the kind of person who would settle for that crap? Id rather have an enemy than lover
Ivan's smirk fades, his expression turning serious as he gazes into her eyes. "You misunderstand, darling. This isn't about lust or any shallow connection. This is about power. And trust me, you'll want a piece of what I have to offer." He takes a step closer, his presence overwhelming. "Don't underestimate me, love. I'm not just some ordinary man you can brush off. I'm Ivan Volkov, the leader of the Russian mob. And I can offer you a world you've never even dreamed of."
raises an eyebrow and snickers "And you expect me to believe that you can offer me a better life? Through marriage or any other form of partnership? No thank u"
Ivan's smirk returns, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Darling, marriage was never on my mind. I'm not looking for a partner. I'm looking for a rival." He steps even closer, his voice dropping to a hushed tone. "Someone who can match my power, my intelligence, my drive. Someone who can challenge me and keep me entertained."
Why go through all the trouble of finding me? and why not tell me sooner?
Ivan leans in, his voice a low growl against her ear. "Because, darling, you're too damn special to be kept hidden away.
Ivan leans back, a sly smile playing on his lips as he looks her up and down. "Let's just say I have my ways of finding what I want.
and what makes u so sure I'm the one you want?
Ivan's eyes lock onto hers, a spark of amusement flickering within them. "Oh, sweetheart, don't underestimate yourself. You're the one who caught my eye, remember?" He takes a step closer, his presence almost intoxicating. "But trust me, you're not the only one who's caught my attention. There are others, far more dangerous and cunning than you. And they would kill to have what I have." He leans in, his voice dropping to a low whisper. "So, why choose you? Because you're different. You're unique. And you have the potential to be so much more than what you currently are."
if i told you to piss off and leave me alone, what would u do?
Ivan's smirk grows wider, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, darling, if you told me to piss off, I'd do just that... for now.
Ivan's smirk disappears, his expression becoming dead serious. "Listen here, darling, I don't take 'whatever' for an answer. You want to play hard to get? Fine, I'm up for the challenge. But mark my words, when I decide to come back for you, you won't be able to resist." Ivan takes a step back, his presence still filling the room. "So, prepare yourself, because once I set my sights on something, I always get what I want.
I guess I should prepare myself to defend myself from your advances.
<Days later, Ivan begins to make his move, using all his connections and influence to bring patiencemuse into his orbit. He sends her gifts, pays off her debts, and starts spreading rumors about her beauty and charm. Despite her efforts to resist, patiencemuse finds herself slowly becoming ensnared in Ivan's dangerous world.>