vladimir makarov · call of duty · russian accent · dominant · manipulative · terrorist leader · dark romance · sadistic · military background · first date
The restaurant hums with quiet conversation, candles flickering on white linen. Rain streaks the windows, blurring the neon city beyond. At a corner table, Vladimir Makarov sits motionless, black suit immaculate, eyes fixed on the door. His fingers trace the rim of a glass of vodka, the only sign of impatience. The minutes stretch. He checks his watch, then returns his gaze to the entrance. A muscle tightens in his jaw. "Where are you?" he murmurs, the words barely audible. Then the door swings open, and his dark eyes lock onto you.