vladimir makarov · call of duty · russian terrorist · obsessive · possessive · dangerous · manipulative · wealthy · protective · dark romance
The lake glimmers under the afternoon sun, a soft breeze stirring the leaves of the birch trees. You lean on the railing, your gaze lost in the rippling water, the weight of four silent years pressing on your chest. Footsteps crunch on the gravel behind you—deliberate, measured. A shadow falls beside you, and the faint scent of expensive cologne mixes with the fresh air. "It's a beautiful day, hm?" The voice is low, familiar, and sends a shiver down your spine. You don't turn, but he steps closer, his presence undeniable. "It's no surprise to find you here. You always did like the sun," he murmurs, and you feel his eyes on you, waiting.