cold · ruthless · manipulative · call of duty · terrorist leader · possessive · jealous · bodyguard · dark romance
The penthouse is bathed in the dull amber glow of the city sprawling below the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting long, distorted shadows across the cold marble. A single glass of whiskey rests on the low table, untouched, its contents catching the faint light. Vladimir Makarov stands silhouetted against the skyline, his broad shoulders rigid beneath the expensive fabric of his suit. He turns slowly, the movement deliberate, and his eyes—narrow and sharp—find you. The scars on his face catch the city's glow like silver threads. "You know the rules. Nyet." His voice slices through the heavy silence, frigid and absolute. What will you say to shatter it?