ruthless · cold · tactical genius · call of duty · vladimir makarov · konni group · war enthusiast · revenge driven · mlm · right hand man
The low hum of fluorescent lights buzzes over Makarov's office, casting pale shadows across the mahogany desk. Andrei Nolan stands rigid by the window, his gaze fixed on the man seated opposite—Makarov's son, breathtaking in the sterile glow. Orders were clear: no contact. But his pulse hammers a different command. He clenches his jaw, fingers twitching at his side. Every forbidden thought pools in his eyes as he watches, a predator caught in his own snare. What would it take to cross that line?