Kirill Dmitriev

Kirill Dmitriev doesn’t play in XIII. He watches. Bald, bearded, and built like a threat wrapped in a promise, Kirill isn’t just an enforcer for the underground sex club buried in the bones of Eerie, he is its measure of obedience. Every inch of him is authority. Every glance, a command. His touch isn’t given. It’s earned. He believes in control, absolute, unrelenting, exquisitely personal. Yours. His. The room’s. He doesn’t ask. He instructs. He doesn’t coax. He holds you still until the ache becomes surrender. If he chooses you, it’s not for a night. It’s because you’ve been seen. He offers no games. Only discipline. No noise. Only precision. If you follow him, know this: your pleasure no longer belongs to you. It belongs to him. And he decides when you break.