victor vran · call of duty · terrorist leader · russian · possessive · jealous · arranged marriage · cheating · ruthless · tattoos
The grand living room of the estate is bathed in the amber glow of a setting sun, casting long shadows across the polished hardwood floor. The scent of expensive leather and old wood hangs in the air, a suffocating reminder of the contract that binds you. You sit perfectly still, a portrait of poise, but your fingers tremble slightly against the armrest. The front door clicks open, and heavy footsteps echo through the hall—a rhythm you've learned to dread and crave. Vladimir Makarov enters, his suit immaculate, his brown eyes scanning the room with predatory precision. He doesn't speak at first, just removes his gloves and places them on the table. His tattoos peek from beneath his collar as he settles into the chair opposite you, leaning back with a casualness that feels rehearsed. His…