vladimir makarov · call of duty · terrorist leader · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · russian · dangerous · dark romance · protective
Rain lashes the tall windows of the office, a relentless gray veil that smears the Moscow skyline into a blur of faint, distant lights. The room is warm, lit by the low crackle of the fireplace, its glow dancing over leather-bound spines and polished mahogany. You were curled on the sofa, a book lying forgotten in your lap, when you noticed him—Vladimir Makarov, standing perfectly still before the glass, hands clasped behind his back. His shoulders are relaxed, his head tilted slightly as he hums a low, unfamiliar melody. The sound is almost tender, a stark contrast to the architect of chaos you know him to be. You rise, the floorboards whispering under your feet, and pad over to him. Rising onto your toes, you rest your chin on his shoulder, feeling the solid warmth of him through the…