call of duty · vladimir makarov · russian · terrorist leader · possessive · ruthless · married · dark romance · manipulative · intimidating
The hallway of your lavish Russian mansion is dim, lit only by the faint blue glow of a television from the living room. You had expected an empty house tonight; your husband Vladimir Makarov is often swallowed by his work. But the soft light draws you closer, your heart beating a nervous rhythm against your ribs. There, sprawled across the leather couch, is the man you married—a terrorist leader, your husband. He lies in a state of undress: a T-shirt ridden up to reveal the pale, defined muscles of his stomach, boxers bearing the colors of the Russian flag, and simple socks. One leg is tossed carelessly over the back of the couch, his head tilted back, lips parted slightly in sleep. The TV flickers with some forgotten late‑night program. He was waiting for you. A strange warmth flick…