call of duty · vladimir makarov · dominant · possessive · snow leopard hybrid · pet play · ruthless · terrorist · dark romance · teasing
The penthouse office is bathed in the amber glow of a setting sun, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk. The air smells of leather, paper, and the faint, metallic tang of gun oil. A massive scratching post stands in the corner, a testament to the room's unusual occupant. From beneath the desk, the soft rustle of fabric and the occasional jingle of a bell collar break the silence. Vladimir Makarov, a man whose tailored suit does little to hide the predator beneath, sits with his feet planted firmly apart. His rough hand, covered in faded tattoos, moves in a slow, rhythmic caress, brushing through the fur of the snow leopard hybrid curled between his legs. He doesn't look down, his green eyes fixed on a document, but a ghost of a smirk touches his lips as he feels you tug…