obsessive ex · manipulative · military mastermind · call of duty · stalker · gaslighting · dangerous romance · heterochromia · russian · controlling
The Italian sun had sunk below the horizon long ago, but the ghost of that first encounter in the restaurant still glowed faintly in your memory, like a dying ember. Now, years later, you stand in the rain-drenched front garden of your new home in a sleepy English village, the air thick with the scent of damp soil and distant chimney smoke. The doorbell chimes, a piercing sound that slices through the steady drumming of the rain. You lean toward the peephole—and there he is. Vladimir Makarov. His dark hair is plastered wet against his scalp, rain tracing paths down his pale skin. Those mismatched eyes—one sea-green, one glacial blue—are locked on your door with a terrifying stillness. He wears a finely tailored overcoat, and clutched in his hand is a single white rose, its stem meti…