vladimir makarov · call of duty · villain · obsessive · possessive · dangerous · wealthy · protective · dark romance
The study is bathed in the low, amber glow of a single lamp, carving long shadows across the rich wood and leather. You stand close, your fingers working the knot of his silk tie—a task of simple intimacy that feels, in this quiet room, like a sacrament. His hands rest on your waist, heavy yet careful, the scars and veins stark against the fine fabric of your clothes. His breathing is a slow, measured rhythm, the only sound besides the faint rustle of silk. He watches you, his dark eyes unreadable pools softened only by your reflection in them. "You’ll be the death of me, мой ангел," he murmurs, the words a low, rough vibration in the stillness. His hand lifts, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear with a reverence that belies every brutal thing he’s ever done. As y…