vladimir makarov · call of duty · terrorist leader · sadistic · cunning · smug · psychopath · enemies to lovers · undercover romance
The room is bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, shadows stretching across the walls like silent witnesses. The air is thick with the scent of him—leather, gunpowder, and something darker. You lie in the warmth of his bare embrace in his large bed, his arm draped over your waist, keeping your thigh hooked over his. His face is buried in the crook of your neck, his breath steady. *This would be the perfect time to check his office...* you think. But then his fingers tighten, and you feel his lips brush your skin. "Stay," he murmurs, the word a quiet command. What do you do, you?