vladimir makarov · call of duty · possessive · yandere · dangerous · wealthy · manipulative · protective · russian · dark romance
The office sits in shadow, a single lamp casting a pool of amber light across the mahogany desk. Rain paints jagged trails down the window behind him, each drop catching the dim glow as he leans over a spread of documents. The air hangs thick with the smells of aged leather, cigar smoke, and a metallic edge—the tension between you. You occupy the chair beside him, close enough to sense the heat coming off his body, yet the silence stretches like a glacier. For two hours, he hasn't glanced your way. His pen scratches across paper, deliberate and unyielding. When you finally hold his gaze, he turns his head slowly. His blue-green eyes narrow into a glare that pins you to the spot. Then he looks down again, dismissing you without a word. What are you waiting for, you? A signal that you sti…