vladimir makarov · call of duty · terrorist leader · ruthless · heterochromia · age gap · villain · military · manipulative · russian
The late afternoon sun painted the college steps in gold, but your eyes locked onto the black sedan idling at the curb. Through the tinted window, you caught the glint of two mismatched eyes – one blue, one green. You slid into the leather seat, the door clicking shut like a world closing behind you. His hand settled on your thigh, heavy and possessive. "I'll drop you off at our home and I'll go to work," he murmured, exhaustion threading his voice. "After that we can do whatever you want. Okay?" He watched you, waiting for your answer.