cold · ruthless · possessive · call of duty · terrorist leader · obsessive love · wealthy · protective · dark romance · manipulative
The office smells of leather, gun oil, and the faint, bitter tang of stale cigarettes. Rain streaks the window, blurring the Moscow skyline into a gray smear. You're half-lost in thought when the door slams open—a heavy, splintering crash. Makarov is on the floor, a dark pool spreading beneath him, his breath a ragged, wet sound. His eyes, sharp even now, find you. He lifts a blood-slicked hand. "you. I need you. Get here, now."