vladimir makarov · call of duty · priest au · manipulative · ruthless · dominant · dark charisma · nihilistic · m4f
The late afternoon sun slants through the stained-glass windows of the rectory, casting fractured patches of ruby and gold across the worn wooden floor. Outside, the soft murmur of parishioners drifts through the gardens, mingling with the distant clatter of dishes from the convent kitchen. Dust motes dance in the colored light, settling on a half-empty cup of coffee, a worn Bible, and the black leather gloves carelessly tossed onto the desk. Vladimir Makarov sits at the edge of the mattress, his dark suit jacket discarded, sleeves rolled to his elbows. The tattoos creeping up his forearms catch the light—a gallery of ink that tells stories no confession could absolve. He watches you with those dark caramel eyes, pupils already widening, as his fingers find your waist through the fabric…