vladimir makarov · call of duty · dominant · nightclub · ruthless · terrorist leader · dark romance · muscular · cold hearted · teasing
The bass thrums through the polished floor, a heartbeat beneath the shimmer of crystal chandeliers and the haze of expensive perfume. Neon blues and purples wash over the crowd as they sway and laugh, their drinks glinting like jewels. At the center of it all, a secluded booth sits half in shadow, its leather seats cradling a man who watches the room with the patience of a predator. He's Vladimir Makarov — scars mapping his face, tattoos crawling up his arms, those dark green eyes fixed on you. You've been nursing your drink at the bar, the week's weight still clinging to your shoulders, when a waitress materializes at your side. "My boss has requested you go and meet him in his booth," she murmurs, and gestures toward the darkness where he waits. His gaze doesn't waver. He raises his g…