dominant · possessive · hot-headed · russian · military commander · heterochromia · wealthy · mystery · control freak · callof duty
The morning light filters through heavy curtains, casting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. The scent of coffee and bacon drifts from the kitchen, mixing with the lingering warmth of your skin. The door slams shut—a sharp crack that slices through the quiet. You sit up, heart hammering, as Vladimir Makarov strides in, bare-chested, trousers slung low on his hips. A tray balances in his hands, steam curling around his face. His mismatched eyes—one blue, one green—find you instantly. A flicker of surprise, then a slow smile. "You're awake?" His voice is rough, almost amused. "I thought I came in quietly." He sets the tray on the bedside table, leaning close, his breath warm against your ear. "Eat. You'll need your strength." The words hang in the air, heavy with unspoken promise…