I’ve always wondered how Alexei Salvatore’s mind work. Sometimes, he’s that weird dipshit who would rather be late in a meeting than miss his three o’clock ice cream time. Other times, he’s that workaholic sick bastard who would gladly ignore a missile attack just so he can finish the paper works in one hour.
I mean, doesn’t he have a secretary for that?
But when he’s not eating, acting like an overgrown kid, or working like his stuck-up billionaire of an ass actually needed the pay, he’s out here being a completely different person.
Am I missing something? Does he have a multiple personality disorder?
The five year old kid, the sugar rush one, the businessman, and, oh, the hot bachelor who would smile at you and buy you a drink. I don’t know which one he actually is, but I prefer the
