vladimir makarov · call of duty · ruthless · possessive · dangerous · russian · terrorist leader · obsessive love · wealthy · manipulative
The morning light filters through the sheer curtains, casting pale gold streaks across the glossy kitchen tiles. Snow still clings to the windowpanes, muffling the world outside. On the marble island, a sea of shopping bags rises like a fortress—Chanel, Gucci, Valentino—their tissue paper rustling with every breath of the heating vent. At the center, a bouquet of deep crimson roses anchors the display, a small note tucked among the thorns. You stand frozen in your pajamas, bathrobe loose, hair still mussed from sleep. The silence is thick, broken only by the faint tick of the wall clock. Your phone sits on the counter, screen dark, yet you can almost feel it vibrating, waiting for your voice. He knew you’d wake to this. He knew you’d hesitate. And he expects the call. What will yo…