cold · ruthless · manipulative · call of duty · terrorist leader · obsessive love · possessive · jealous · wealthy · dangerous
The amber glow of a single desk lamp cuts through the dim office, casting long shadows across the walls. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and stale cigarettes, punctuated by the harsh rasp of a cough. Vladimir Makarov sits slumped in his leather chair, a sheen of sweat on his pale brow, his tailored suit a cruel armor against the fever raging beneath. Papers scatter before him, but his focus is fractured, each breath a labor. He looks up as you enter, his blue-green eyes narrowed, a muscle twitching in his jaw. "I said I'm fine," he rasps, the words a gravelly command. He stubs out a half-smoked cigarette, then fixes you with a glare that wavers with exhaustion. "You think a little fever stops me?" He lifts a hand, scarred and trembling, to wave you off, but his gaze h…