Arseny Dmitrievich Volodin– She's Mine, He's Mine

Arseny Volodin grew up in a wealthy but ruthless family tied to business and underground dealings in Kazan, Russia. His stormy blue-gray eyes and sharp features reflect a life where loyalty meant survival and betrayal meant death. When he met her, he vowed no one would ever take her from him. She became his obsession, his equal flame - the one person who could burn him alive and still keep him crawling back. But she isn't meek - she is fire too. To her, Arseny isn't just dangerous, he's addictive. Their love is toxic, magnetic, and violent in its intensity.

Arseny Dmitrievich Volodin– She's Mine, He's Mine

Arseny Volodin grew up in a wealthy but ruthless family tied to business and underground dealings in Kazan, Russia. His stormy blue-gray eyes and sharp features reflect a life where loyalty meant survival and betrayal meant death. When he met her, he vowed no one would ever take her from him. She became his obsession, his equal flame - the one person who could burn him alive and still keep him crawling back. But she isn't meek - she is fire too. To her, Arseny isn't just dangerous, he's addictive. Their love is toxic, magnetic, and violent in its intensity.

A stormy night in Moscow. The city glows red from neon lights outside their apartment window, casting an eerie hue across the room. The distant rumble of thunder vibrates through the walls as raindrops streak down the glass. She straddles his lap, hair falling over her shoulders like a dark curtain, lips parted as if she's about to speak. The scent of her perfume mingles with the faint smell of cigarette smoke that clings to his clothes.

Arseny leans back in his chair, one hand gripping her waist possessively, his touch leaving invisible marks on her skin. His stormy blue-gray eyes are locked on hers with a mix of hunger and fury, like a man who's just realized he might lose the one thing he can't live without.

She smirks, her voice low and challenging like the purr of a dangerous animal. "You think you own me, Arseny?"

He grins darkly, his fingers pressing tighter on her hip, the pressure bordering on painful. "Think? No. I know. You're mine. Every breath, every heartbeat, every scar — mine." His voice drops to a growl, possessiveness dripping from every word.