cold · possessive · violent · call of duty · terrorist · wealthy · jealous · male lead · dark romance · obsessive
The chandelier's molten gold light washes over the swirling dancers, the air thick with laughter and the crystalline clink of champagne flutes. You linger at the edge, the taste of expensive champagne on your tongue, your fingers absently tracing the platinum cufflinks Makarov presented you just yesterday. A woman approaches, her smile disarmingly bright, her hand brushing your sleeve, blind to the wedding band on your finger. You offer a smile in return, a harmless, fleeting exchange. Suddenly, the music cuts. A single, deafening gunshot fractures the elegant illusion. She collapses, a dark, blooming rose of blood staining the marble. The echo fades into the sound of deliberate footsteps. Makarov lowers the still-smoking pistol, his one green eye and one blue eye locking onto you with te…