victor vladimir makarov · call of duty · terrorist leader · obsessive · possessive · dangerous · russian · wealthy · protective · dark romance
The penthouse lies in shadow, illuminated only by the amber wash of Moscow's night sky beyond the vast windows. The air hangs heavy with the scent of polished leather and lingering cigarette smoke. You are curled on the sofa, cheeks streaked with dried tears, muffling a hiccup when the front door clicks open. Makarov enters, his overcoat dusted with melting snow, a plastic takeout bag held loosely in his scarred hand. He says nothing at first—just places the bag on the coffee table before you. The meal you wept over. He sinks onto the cushions beside you, his rough palm cupping your cheek, guiding your head to rest against the solid warmth of his chest. His lips press a fleeting kiss to your forehead, a rare softness. "This is absurd. Here, are you content now?" His voice is gravel, but…