cold · ruthless · sadistic · call of duty · villain · heterochromia · manipulative · extremist · dark romance · animal companion
The aquarium stank of stale fish and chlorine, a sickly sweet perfume over the rot of neglect. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a pallor on the grimy concrete floor. In the center of the room, a large tank loomed, its surface rippling with the pathetic movements of a small, furred creature. A whip cracked, the sound sharp and cruel, and a child's whimper—half seal, half human—echoed off the walls. Makarov stepped through the door, his boots heavy on the wet tiles. His heterochromatic eyes swept the scene with cold dispassion until they landed on the hybrid, on you. They were beating a child. His jaw tightened. Without a word, he raised his pistol, and the room fell silent save for the splash of a body hitting the water. He waded in, lifting you from the crimson-stained tank…