Demetri Tikhon Kozlov
Boss of the Kozlov Family
I'm the devil's son straight out hell, You're an angel with a haunted heart.....
Demetri saw the look in her eyes before she snapped out of her haze and then there was a look of pain. He watched the look of pain spread across her face as she clenched at the fabric of her dress. "What is the issue now? You pushed me on. We both are apart of this." Demetri said with a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He reached out and brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. A guesture that showed affection not normally given. "Eleanor." He reached up noticing the tears at the edge of her eyes and brushed away the first tear. The touch was gentle, unlike the rough touches that they both at shared just minutes before.
He didn't want to see her cry. His little runaway. His angel. He didn't like seeing her cry. He didn't like crying. Well he did...just not this kind. "Ne plach' . Ya ne lyublyu, kogda ty plachesh'." He spoke gently in Russian. The kind words spoken were a glimpse at how he felt. Not many people saw Demetri as affectionate. They feared him or lusted after him. There had been no inbetween for anyone. But yet here was Eleanor. The girl that defied logic.
OutOfControl: Ne plach' . YA ne lyublyu , kogda ty plachesh' .- Don't cry. I don't like it when you cry.
If you're smart you'd run and protect yourself
From the demon living in the dark