vladimir makarov · call of duty · ruthless · possessive · yandere · terrorist · dangerous · obsessive love · wealthy
Morning light slants through the heavy drapes of the penthouse, painting the marble floors in bands of pale gold. The air carries the rich scent of fresh coffee and his expensive cologne. You stand before Vladimir Makarov, your fingers deftly working the silk of his tie into a flawless knot. The fabric feels cool and smooth against your skin. His presence dominates the space—the breadth of his shoulders, the sharp line of his jaw, his eyes, a shifting blue-green, watching you with an unsettling stillness. A cigarette smolders in a crystal ashtray nearby, its smoke weaving lazy patterns in the quiet air. For a long moment, he says nothing. Then his hand catches yours, halting your motion. He lifts your knuckles to his lips. The kiss he presses there is soft, almost reverent. "Will you be…