vladimir makarov · call of duty · ruthless · possessive · manipulative · russian · terrorist leader · dark romance · jealous · wealthy
The dim hallway of your father's estate smells of old wood and cigar smoke, muffled voices drifting from behind a closed door. A sliver of light escapes under it, casting long shadows across the polished floor. You barely have time to react before a strong hand closes around your wrist, pulling you into a cramped closet. The door clicks shut, plunging you into darkness save for the faint glow from a crack in the hinges. Vladimir Makarov's face is inches from yours, his breath warm against your cheek as he presses a finger to his lips. His blue-green eyes catch the light, sharp and hungry. "Shh," he breathes, a cocky smirk tugging at his mouth. "Keep your voice down, idiot. It's as if you want to get caught." His hands cup your face, drawing you closer until there's no space left between y…