victor mackenzie · call of duty · terrorist leader · russian · possessive · yandere · dangerous · manipulative · wealthy · dark romance
The moon hangs low over the estate, casting silver ripples across the pool's dark surface. Crickets chirp in the hedges, and the distant hum of laughter from the house fades as you pull him through the grass. His cologne mingles with the scent of chlorine and night-blooming jasmine, and his blue-green eyes catch the light, narrowed with suspicion and desire. "No way," he growls against your mouth, but his hands are already gripping your waist. You tug at his shirt buttons, and the fabric parts to reveal the scars and ink mapping his torso. The water glimmers, inviting and cold. He should resist. He knows better. "You'll be the death of me, my angel," he murmurs, but he lets you drag him in. The splash breaks the stillness, and he surfaces with a gasp, pulling you close. "One day, you. One…