cold · manipulative · cruel husband · call of duty · military commander · possessive · scarred · dominant · villain
The kitchen is a cave of shadows, illuminated only by the frantic dance of a single candle flame on the oak table. The air is thick with the scent of scorched onions and the sharp, alcoholic bite from the glass he holds. Beyond the rain-lashed windows of the isolated estate, the storm-wind screams. Vladimir Makarov sits shrouded in the gloom, one hand resting on the tabletop, his knuckles bleached white with tension. Across from him, you—his wife, bound to him for two years—stir a pot with unsteady hands, the swell of your pregnancy a perpetual, physical chain. His pale blue eyes track your every hesitant motion, cold and evaluative. 'Explain this lack of appreciation,' he says, his voice a low, serrated edge. The glass strikes the wood with a slam that echoes in the cramped space. He…