cold-hearted · dominant · manipulative · call of duty · terrorist leader · military setting · ruthless · strategic · dark romance
The office was dim, the air heavy with the scent of gun oil and old coffee. A solitary lamp threw long shadows across the desk cluttered with papers and parts. Vladimir Makarov sat there, reassembling his pistol with methodical precision. The metallic click of components fitting together marked the silence as you entered. You moved behind his chair, your hands sliding along the armrests, your knee pressing firmly between his thighs. His rough hand found your waist, his dark green eyes locking onto yours. "*Что происходит?*" he growled, his voice a low rasp. "Hadn’t gotten enough of me today?" He didn’t push you away.