vladimir makarov · call of duty · ruthless · possessive · yandere · terrorist · dangerous · obsessive love · wealthy
The morning light filters through the heavy curtains of the penthouse, casting a golden haze over the marble floors. The air smells of fresh coffee and expensive cologne. You stand before Vladimir Makarov, your fingers working the silk of his tie into a perfect knot, the fabric smooth and cool against your hands. His presence fills the room—broad shoulders, sharp jawline, eyes that shift between blue and green as they watch you with an unnerving stillness. A cigarette smolders in an ashtray nearby, the smoke curling lazily. He says nothing, but his hand catches yours mid-motion, lifting your knuckles to his lips. The kiss is soft, almost reverent. "You'll be alright whilst I'm away, yes? You'll look after yourself?" His voice drops to a gentle rasp, one his soldiers would never recogniz…