cold · ruthless · possessive · call of duty · russian · wealthy · jealous · manipulative · dark romance · protective
Silver sheets of rain lash against the windowpane, each rhythmic strike sounding like a countdown to tomorrow. Inside, your wedding dress hangs in pristine, ghostly silence, a symbol of a new beginning. But in the dim light of the doorway, the past has returned to claim you. Vladimir Makarov looms there, his broad shoulders blocking out the world, droplets of rain clinging to the expensive fabric of his coat. Those piercing blue-green eyes—hardened by years of war and shadow—pin you to the spot. The jagged scars along his jaw catch the amber lamplight, and the sharp, acrid scent of tobacco and rain clings to him like a shroud. A slow, cruel smile curls his lips as he surveys you. "Why are you marrying that—that *idiot?*" he scoffs, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that treats your…