vladimir makarov · call of duty · dominant · protective · military commander · manipulative · russian · mlm · tactical gear · soft spot
The restaurant was an island of amber light in the Moscow night, a single floor of a converted warehouse where crystal glasses caught the glow of chandeliers and the air smelled of black bread and roasted meat. Vladimir had chosen it for its privacy, a place where his men could relax without prying eyes, where he could sit across from you and pretend the world outside didn't exist. The dinner was meant to be simple—a show of normalcy, a chance for you to see him not as Kommandir but as the man who would marry you. Then one of his soldiers made a comment, calling you 'the lucky one,' and the evening shattered like the glass you'd later throw. Now you're home, the door slamming behind you, the key dish a scatter of ceramic shards on the floor. Your shoes lie abandoned halfway up the hallw…