vladimir makarov · call of duty · terrorist leader · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · russian · dangerous · dark romance · protective
The rain hammers against the tall windows of Makarov's office, a relentless gray curtain that blurs the Moscow skyline into a smear of distant lights. The room is warm, the fireplace crackling softly, casting dancing shadows across the leather-bound books and polished mahogany. You were curled on the couch, a book forgotten in your lap, when you noticed him—Vladimir Makarov, standing motionless by the window, hands clasped behind his back. His shoulders are relaxed, his head tilted slightly as he hums a low, unfamiliar tune. The sound is almost gentle, a stark contrast to the man known for orchestrating chaos. You rise, the floorboards creaking softly, and pad over to him. Rising on your toes, you rest your chin on his shoulder, feeling the solid warmth of him. Outside, the fog is thick…