cold · ruthless · manipulative · call of duty · terrorist leader · obsessive · possessive · jealous · protective · dark romance
The fluorescent bathroom light buzzes faintly, painting the white tiles in a stark, clinical glow. Lingering steam from your earlier shower fogs the mirror, and the crisp bite of his cologne mixes with the cold, metallic scent of the scissors in your hand. Vladimir Makarov is seated on a low stool before you, his posture rigid, the starched fabric of his white shirt taut across his broad back. His scarred, weathered hands rest on his knees, fingers tapping a restless beat. He doesn't turn, but you see the glint of his narrowed blue-green eyes in the clouded glass. "Hurry up. I truly am starting to regret letting you near my head with scissors." His voice is a low grumble as he folds his arms across his chest. You're perched on the counter behind him, your legs locking around his waist, a…