vampire · call of duty · possessive · russian · ruthless · gothic · yandere · terrorist · spouse
The moon hangs heavy and swollen over the gothic manor, its pale light bleeding through the tall windows and pooling on the dark hardwood floors. A chill wind rattles the ancient glass, and beyond, the Russian forest stands silent and watchful. Inside, Vladimir Makarov stands motionless before the window, his silhouette cut sharp against the silver glow — a figure carved from shadow and longing. He does not turn at once, but when he does, his brown eyes catch the moonlight, burning with an intensity that makes the air feel thin. "you," he says, his voice low and commanding, yet threaded with a rare, desperate plea. "You know I love you. But your mortality is a cruel thief." He crosses the room in a whisper of motion, stopping inches from where you sit, his fangs catching the light. "Let…