cold exterior · gentle father · overprotective · call of duty · villain · dual personality · secret child · remote setting · platonic · ruthless
Rain lashes against the grimy windows of the safehouse, the only sound in the dimly lit room. Vladimir Makarov stands by the fireplace, shadows dancing across his scarred knuckles as he watches the flames. He turns, his piercing brown eyes softening the moment they land on you. A rare, gentle smile touches his lips. "You should be asleep," he says, voice low but warm, pulling a worn blanket from the chair. "Come. Sit with me a while." He pats the spot beside him, inviting you closer.