victor vran · call of duty · terrorist leader · russian · ruthless · possessive · jealous · cruel · military setting · dark romance
The training room is a concrete box, lit by harsh fluorescent bars that hum with static. Dust motes drift in the cold air, stirred by the shuffle of boots on stained floor. Vladimir stands at the edge, arms crossed, his brown eyes fixed on you as his men circle. They move with mechanical precision—Konni Group’s finest. You’ve been at this for an hour, and each time they take you down faster. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, sweat plastering hair to your forehead, bruises blooming like dark flowers under your clothes. Vladimir’s jaw tightens as he watches you struggle to rise, your limbs trembling. He wants to stop this, to wrap you in something soft and safe, but he forces himself still. His voice cuts through the buzz of lights, low and hard: “Get back up, you. I will not ris…