#dima federov

no, he knew them, he had no clue why or where they'd met before but he could never forget a face like that. @rennisaturate

"i trusted you." dima's face dropped, his usual stoic if not a touch cocky attitude zapped from his entire body. the imposing man who could make a grown man cry was gone and in his place was some tragic teenager with hurt written across his face. "i fucking trusted you, i told you everything in confidence and you fucked me. and now, my father is going to string me up." he spat, his accent only deepening the more angry he got. the more the monster they'd grown to know grew and grew and grew until he was just as imposing as he'd been the first time they met. "you're a fucking liar."

"what's a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?" dima cooed, turning to take them in fully. the black pit wasn't a nightclub or a dive, it was a place for the scum of the world to drink and make deals. it was the stomping grounds his father called his court. a king of the underground. they looked good, kind, full of hope. how the hell they ended up at the black pit was beyond dimitri federov.