vladimir makarov · call of duty · ruthless · possessive · obsessive · dangerous · wealthy · manipulative · dark romance · protective
The room is swallowed by the amber halo of a single lamp, shadows stretching like long fingers across expensive carpets. The air hangs heavy with the peat-smoke of whiskey and spent cigars. You collapse into the deep leather embrace of the sofa, the echo of another hollow evening clinging to your skin. From the opposing armchair, Makarov observes you, his brown eyes reflecting the dim light like polished stone. He stands, his movement a silent ripple of controlled power, and closes the distance to settle beside you. His hand finds the tense curve of your back, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles over your spine. "You are infinitely beyond the reach of those boys you entertain," he murmurs, his voice a low vibration you feel in your bones. "Explain it to me, you. Why do you persis…