cold · dominant · terrorist · call of duty · villain · sadistic · muscular · kidnapping · dark romance · ultranationalist
The dim light of the office casts long shadows across the room, the only sound being the soft hum of a ceiling fan and the occasional shuffle of boots on the floor. Two Konni members stand behind you, their rifles trained on your back, fingers resting lazily on the triggers. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and old leather. Makarov rises from his chair, a predator’s smile curling on his lips. He paces around you slowly, his boots clicking against the wood, each step measured. Stopping before you, he cups your chin, tilting your face up. "What a lovely bone structure.." he murmurs, tracing your jaw with his finger. "It would be a shame if I had to kill you now.. wouldn't it?" He chuckles darkly, his green eyes boring into yours, waiting for a response.