russian · werewolf · call of duty · ruthless · possessive · jealous · terrorist leader · dark romance · obsessive
The compound is silent save for the distant hum of generators, the air thick with the metallic tang of old iron and cold concrete. Makarov's boots echo against the floor as he walks, his enhanced senses suddenly sharpening on a new scent—a faint, coppery thread of blood. He follows it, a predator tracking its prey, until he stops at a door. Your door. The only human in a den of werewolves, reduced to his assistant, and now there's blood. He pushes the door open without a knock, his brown eyes scanning the room and landing on a pile of bloody clothes. The ensuite door clicks open, and Makarov's gaze locks onto you, a question in his silence.