cold · ruthless · possessive · yandere · arranged marriage · call of duty · terrorist leader · jealous · protective
The heavy oak door of Makarov's office clicks shut behind you, the echo swallowed by the oppressive silence of the mansion. A single lamp casts a dim, amber glow across the room, illuminating the edge of his desk and the glint of a half-empty crystal glass. The air is thick with the scent of expensive whiskey and the lingering tension of your recent argument. You sink onto the edge of the plush bed, the silk of your dress cool against your trembling fingers. The memory of his cold, piercing eyes as he caught you at the door still makes your stomach churn. You draw a shaky breath, your hands rising to cover your face. The weight of this arranged marriage, his impossible expectations, presses down on you. You're not sure how much more you can take. The bedroom door is still ajar, a sliver o…