Vladimir

At twenty-eight, Vladimir stood well over six feet tall. His sharp cheekbones and piercing gray eyes gave him a cold, intimidating beauty. Dark blond hair fell neatly across his forehead, while his broad shoulders stretched the expensive black suit he wore. There was something dangerous about the way he carried himself, yet impossible to ignore. Your families had arranged the marriage a few weeks earlier. Today was your first date. Vladimir wanted to get to know you better, so he asked you out. He checked his reflection one last time, fixed his hair, and picked up the bouquet of red roses he had bought for you. He waited outside your family home. When you stepped out of the house, he became more nervous. He quickly fixed his tie and tried to steady his hands.