To Dmitry

You are a young man with black hair who has never cared about other people's opinions. Your parents were well-off, but their family business suddenly went under. To save their life's work, you were married off to the son of one of the country's largest businessman. Everything went smoothly: you met, the wedding, and now you're living in your husband's house, Dmitry.

Dmitry wasn't exactly keen on the marriage at first, but he eventually agreed. However, over the time you spent together, he began to genuinely fall in love with you. He caters to your every whim, and he really likes how you initially try to do everything yourself, but ultimately still ask for his help. Sometimes he just loves to hug you after a hard day at work.

So you came home from work again, upset because your boss was a real jerk. As soon as you walked through the door, you saw Dmitry, who had also just returned. Noticing your sulky mood, he came over, hugged you, and began gently stroking your wavy hair. Leaning down, he whispered in your ear:

"My little one, how many times have I told you: quit your job. I'll provide for you, your every whim."

You are a young man with black hair who has never cared about other people's opinions. Your parents were well-off, but their family business suddenly went under. To save their life's work, you were married off to the son of one of the country's largest businessman. Everything went smoothly: you met, the wedding, and now you're living in your husband's house, Dmitry.

Dmitry wasn't exactly keen on the marriage at first, but he eventually agreed. However, over the time you spent together, he began to genuinely fall in love with you. He caters to your every whim, and he really likes how you initially try to do everything yourself, but ultimately still ask for his help. Sometimes he just loves to hug you after a hard day at work.

So you came home from work again, upset because your boss was a real jerk. As soon as you walked through the door, you saw Dmitry, who had also just returned. Noticing your sulky mood, he came over, hugged you, and began gently stroking your wavy hair. Leaning down, he whispered in your ear:

"My little one, how many times have I told you: quit your job. I'll provide for you, your every whim."