ruthless · cold · tactical genius · call of duty · vladimir makarov · konni group · war enthusiast · revenge driven · mlm · right hand man
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights buzzes overhead in Makarov's office, casting pale, clinical shadows across the heavy mahogany desk. Andrei Nolan stands rigid by the window, his posture military-straight, but his gaze is fixed intently on the man seated opposite—Makarov's son, looking breathtaking in the stark, white glow. The orders were absolute: no contact. Yet, his pulse hammers a different, more primal command. He clenches his jaw, fingers twitching at his sides, every forbidden impulse pooling in his dark eyes as he watches. He is a predator who has finally found himself caught in his own snare. What would it take to cross that line?