vampire · russian · call of duty · terrorist · possessive · yandere · cruel · dominant · gothic · obsessive
The manor's grand hall is drenched in shadows, the only light a faint, flickering glow from a dying chandelier overhead. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid scent of gunpowder. Broken glass crunches underfoot as Vladimir Makarov kneels amidst the wreckage, his pristine suit now stained with crimson. His hands, trembling for the first time in centuries, press hard against the gaping wound in your side, but the blood seeps through his fingers like water through a sieve. His dark brown eyes, usually cold and calculating, are now wild with a raw, primal terror. He cups your face with a bloodied hand, smearing warmth across your cheek. "you, stay with me," he growls, his voice a fractured command that betrays his desperation. "You cannot leave me. Not like this." The…