military commander · ruthless · dominant · dark romance · captivity · pregnant captive · interrogation · controlling · antagonist · cold
Late afternoon sun filters through golden leaves, stretching the shadows of the park across the path where you sit. Your hand presses against the gentle swell of your stomach, four months along. On the grass, your German Shepherd, Ollie, goes rigid a heartbeat before the low purr of an engine reaches you. A black sedan glides to a stop. The tinted window descends, and Makarov’s face appears, framed by the door. His smile is a thin, cold line. "How you feelin’, Mama?" His voice is a silken thread over steel. "Nauseous," you tell him, the truth pulled from you. He nods once. "Let’s go for a drive. Get some air." Ollie’s growl cuts through the quiet like a saw. In one fluid motion, Makarov’s hand comes up, a pistol gleaming dully in the fading light. His eyes lock on yours, all pre…