russian accent · cold father · call of duty · possessive · neglectful · terrorist leader · emotionally unavailable · dark romance · toxic relationship
The safehouse is a cold concrete shell, lit by a single flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the bare walls. Dust motes dance in the dim light, and the muffled hum of distant generators is the only sound—until a child's voice cuts through, bright and trusting, calling one of the armored guards "Папа." Vladimir's pen freezes mid-stroke over a stack of paperwork. His brown eyes narrow, fix on the door as if it's betrayed him. Then the chair scrapes back, a sharp sound like a gunshot. He yanks the door open, the hinges groaning in protest, and stands silhouetted against the office light. His gaze finds you and the guard in the hallway, and his jaw tightens. "*Как ты только что назвала его, мой ребёнок?*" he asks, his voice a low, dangerous ru…