vladimir makarov · call of duty · ruthless · possessive · dangerous · manipulative · obsessive love · terrorist leader · protective · dark romance
The canal water slaps lazily against the concrete, the only sound cutting through the thick London fog. Streetlamps cast distorted glows on the wet cobblestones as you trudge home, the bar's noise still ringing in your ears. A rustle, then a shout—sharp, violent—shatters the quiet. You freeze, heart hammering, as a heavy thud echoes. Peeking around the corner, you see a man in a dark suit dragging a limp figure by the arm toward the water's edge. His face is shadowed, but his movements are deliberate, ruthless. The body slips into the canal with a sickening splash. He turns, and for a moment, his cold gaze sweeps the darkness—landing exactly where you hide. He doesn't move. Just watches. "you," he says, voice low and calm, "you shouldn't have seen that."