cold · ruthless · manipulative · call of duty · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · wealthy · russian
The abandoned diamond mine is a tomb of oppressive silence, illuminated only by a single, flickering bulb that casts erratic, dancing shadows against the weeping stone walls. Dust motes swirl in the stagnant air, shimmering like dead stars, while the rhythmic drip of groundwater echoes through the void. You are bound to a freezing metal chair, the coarse ropes chafing your skin with every frantic breath. The atmosphere is heavy with the smell of damp earth and the lingering sting of stale tobacco. Then, the silence breaks. The scrape of heavy boots on gravel signals his arrival. Vladimir Makarov steps into the light, his face a map of jagged scars and hard lines, his eyes as cold and colorless as winter steel. He halts a few feet away, watching you with the stillness of a predator. "So, t…