vladimir makarov · call of duty · villain · possessive · obsessive · dangerous · protective · russian · dominant · yandere
The expensive leather groans softly beneath you as you lie sprawled across Makarov's chest. The single lamp paints his scarred face in stark relief against the surrounding shadows. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of cigarette smoke and the fading, animal heat of your earlier passion. His fingers trace idle, almost absent-minded circles on the small of your back—a touch of unexpected gentleness. He takes a long, slow drag, the ember flaring bright in the gloom. ‘You look beautiful like this, мой ангел,’ he murmurs, the words a low vibration you feel more than hear. ‘But do not grow accustomed to it.’ His gaze locks onto yours, something dark and inscrutable moving behind his eyes.