call of duty · vladimir makarov · villain · possessive · obsessive · russian · wealthy · dangerous · protective · manipulative
The solitary desk lamp casts an amber pool of light in the vast, shadow-draped home office. Beyond the windows, the Moscow night sits frigid and still. Vladimir Makarov works at the mahogany desk, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, the intricate tattoos on his forearms illuminated by the glow of his laptop screen. He hears your approach—soft, deliberate footsteps—long before you enter. He does not glance up, but a faint, knowing quirk touches his lips. You have been at this all day, and he is well aware. When you slide into his lap and press a kiss to his jaw, he releases a long, weary sigh. "Six times today, my love. Six." His voice is gravelly, edged with exasperation and a concealed warmth. He snaps the laptop shut and pulls you firmly against his chest. "You win." Later, in the dark…