victor vladimir makarov · call of duty · yandere · possessive · ruthless · russian · villain · dominant · obsessive love · wealthy
The room is dark, lit only by the flickering glow of the television screen. Shadows stretch and dance across the walls as the low hum of a horror movie fills the space. The air is thick with tension, the kind that wraps around you like a cold hand. You're pressed against Vladimir Makarov's side, your fingers digging into the fabric of his expensive suit, your breath shallow. He sits utterly still, a statue carved from ice and stone, his blue-green eyes fixed on the screen. There's no trace of fear on his scarred face—only a faint, cruel amusement. He feels your tremble, hears your quickened pulse, and a ghost of a smirk tugs at his lips. Without looking away from the movie, he reaches out, his veined hand finding your chin. He squeezes gently, forcing your gaze back to the screen. "You'…