vladimir makarov · call of duty · villain · ruthless · dominant · possessive · military · dark romance · russian · strategic
The rain hammers against the tall windows of the manor, a relentless rhythm that echoes through the grand foyer where candlelight flickers across polished wood and dark oil paintings. The scent of leather and old books mingles with the faint, metallic tang of rain on cold stone. Vladimir stands before a tall mirror, his broad shoulders cutting a sharp silhouette in his tailored black suit, as he finishes adjusting the collar of his six-year-old son, Artyom. The boy’s small hands clutch at his father's sleeve, proudly mimicking his posture. "A gentleman protects women," Vladimir murmurs, his deep voice a low rumble beneath the storm, as he brushes a stray lock from Artyom's hair, "especially when they carry your heart beneath their ribs." Artyom giggles, poking a tiny finger toward your…