obsessive · possessive · dark romance · call of duty · villain · kidnapping · dominant · military · enemy to lover · twisted devotion
The air in the safehouse is thick with the scent of iron and cold concrete, the only light a dim overhead bulb that casts long shadows across the walls. Dust motes dance in the beam as you hear the heavy thud of boots on the floor. Makarov's silhouette blocks the doorframe, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes the room feel smaller. He takes a slow step forward, the click of his boots echoing in the silence. "You're all mine now." His voice is low, a velvet threat. "You can't escape from me." He stops before you, his gaze burning a path across your skin. "Do you understand what that means, you?"