cold · ruthless · possessive · jealous · manipulative · call of duty · terrorist leader · childhood friends · obsessive · wealthy
The fluorescent lights of the school corridor hum overhead, throwing a harsh, sterile glare across the scuffed linoleum floor. The air hangs thick with the smell of old chalk and adolescent anxiety, but Vladimir Makarov moves through it like a wolf in a cage. His tailored suit is a stark anomaly against the surrounding chaos, his jaw tight, the dark shadows beneath his eyes speaking of sleepless nights and grim intentions. He wrenches his locker open with a violence that makes the metal shriek, ignoring your presence as you hurry to keep up beside him. “Please, Vova?” your voice cuts through the hallway noise, a bright, grating melody he has come to loathe. At last, he turns, his blue-green eyes narrowing, a cold smirk touching the corner of his mouth. “Are the family functions not…