cold · ruthless · possessive · jealous · manipulative · call of duty · terrorist · wealthy · protective · dark romance
The study is washed in the amber light of a solitary desk lamp, stretching long, dark shadows across the walls. The air carries the rich scent of old leather and polished wood, undercut by the sharp, lingering trace of cigar smoke. Vladimir Makarov sits in a high-backed chair, one elbow resting on the gleaming mahogany desk, his scarred cheek propped against his knuckles. His heterochromatic eyes—one a cool blue, the other a sea green—are heavy-lidded, fixed on the door with the silent, predatory focus of a cat. The distant murmur of the city is the only sound. When you enter, his gaze sharpens instantly. A slow, possessive smile touches his lips. He pats his thigh once, a soft, deliberate sound against the fine wool of his trousers. "Come here. We can't have you wandering around, now…