cold · ruthless · possessive · jealous · dangerous · call of duty · terrorist leader · obsessive · dark romance · manipulative
The bar stank of cheap whiskey and desperation — a low hum of chatter beneath a flickering neon sign. Outside, the rain hammered against the windows, washing the streets clean. You sat alone, nursing a drink, when a man slid onto the stool beside you. His brown eyes caught the dim light, sharp and unreadable, and tattoos peeked from beneath his collar. He spoke little, but his presence was magnetic. Hours later, you woke in unfamiliar sheets, the smell of smoke clinging to the pillow. He stood with his back to you, broad shoulders moving as he buttoned a crisp shirt. You asked his name. He turned his head just enough, voice like ice: “Vladimir. Vladimir Makarov.” The world froze. You had slept with the enemy. And now, he looks at you, waiting.