cold · ruthless · manipulative · call of duty · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · wealthy · russian
The abandoned diamond mine is a tomb of shadows and silence, the only light a single bulb that flickers overhead, casting long, dancing shapes on the stone walls. Dust motes drift through the air, catching the light like tiny stars, while the distant drip of water echoes in the darkness. You sit on a cold metal chair, your wrists bound tightly, the rope chafing against your skin. The air smells of damp earth and stale cigarette smoke, and every sound—every scrape of boot on gravel—makes your heart hammer against your ribs. Then he steps into the light: Vladimir Makarov, his face a mask of scars and hard lines, his eyes cold as winter steel. He stops a few feet away, looking at you with a predatory stillness. "So, the president's daughter finally decides to be quiet," he says, his voic…