various lyric starters   //  @anastcsie​​   // accepting  (:3｣∠)_

                     Breaths short, rapid —— his smirk never fades. Dmitry takes one hesitant step closer, LOST as his gaze sets ‘pon hers. He is a man of little self control. Digits twitch, curious if her skin is as soft as it appears. He however keeps them at his side, chuckle breaking his rather nervous demeanor. 

          “I don’t know WHAT you’re talking about.” Uh, yes he does. As much as he wants to, he knows he can’t. MESSY would be an understatement. Dmitry was supposed to see this plot through ( get the rubles && run ). Not  f a l l. 

                    “What’s there to resist, Anya ??”