Thread: Look at Me [Dimitri x Plutonium]

Mike Romanov . Nobody in the 21st century who loved fashion didn't know who he was. In fact, if one's not exactly a fan of fashion, his face would still be familiar because he is everywhere on billboards, bus wraps, magazine covers, TV commercials and so much more. He already tapped all sorts of lines in the fashion industry and now his latest thing is underwear modeling. Oh, how he loved his body and took pride in it. He was a walking Adonis, a young mortal man that seemed to be sculpted to perfection by the gods. His jawline was greatly accented, his muscles toned to the last inch, his skin perpetually smooth as silk, and his voice... his voice was enough to hypnotize anyone. It was deep, husky, and accented with a mixture of Russian and British because of his parents. He was almost what one can call as perfection but no one is created perfect. Every outer appearance may be unflawed but inside lies all the flaws in the world. Mike had vices. He drank a lot and smoked a lot especially when he's all alone in the comforts of his penthouse condominium unit in New York. He had many acquaintances but he considered none of them as his friends. He was arrogant and boasted so much about his success despite being only 20 years old. He loved the money and believed that the world revolved around it. He loved sex. Oh, god, how he loved sex. His manager is his number one fuck buddy because she'd remain silent about it since it would jeopardize both of their careers. That, and she loved being his fuck buddy. She was, after all, just ten years older than he is but looked too damn hot and had the body of Aphrodite to pass. She was his secretary, his assistant, his manager, and his number one partner in bed. In fact, he already made her do an abortion just because he wanted to go unprotected one night. But no one from the outside world knew that. To them, Mike was the ultimate ideal guy. In front of the cameras and in front of the fans, he was the sweetest and most charming guy there is. Image is important, after all. And just like any other teenager, Mike had to finish college. In fact he was already in his last year but he didn't feel the need for it anymore. He frequently absented himself in his classes and his agency ended up paying the school to not stain his records but at one point, things just went so bad. What do you mean they're already threatening to fail me? Don't they know who I am?! Mike snapped at Alexandria, his manager, when she told him to start taking Literature class seriously. Just that one class, Alexandria begged. She could do something about the other classes but the professor in his Literature class could not be bribed. You're not doing your job well enough, He said as he ran his hand through his hair. He was pacing back and forth while Alexandria, in all her naked glory, watched him worriedly. In the end, after a heated argument all night and countless anger-diverting sex, Mike agreed to take that Literature class seriously and agreed to have a private tutor on it. If he couldn't bribe the professor, he thought maybe he could bribe a student to do all his work for him. A week after, it was set. Alexandria arranged a student who was the top of the Literature class to tutor Mike and she was paid greatly for it. Mike was to meet her in his condo first before he starts going back to school. Alexandria took her there to keep her away from prying eyes of paparazzis and fans. While waiting, Mike breathed in and out to calm his nerves. He didn't want to show a negative side to this girl or else, he thought, it might reach the media.