vampire · russian · call of duty · terrorist · possessive · yandere · cruel · dominant · gothic · obsessive
The manor's grand hall drowns in shadow, the only illumination a faint, shuddering light from a chandelier on its last breath. The air hangs heavy with the iron scent of blood and the sharp sting of gunpowder. Shattered glass crackles underfoot as Vladimir Makarov kneels in the wreckage, his immaculate suit now painted crimson. His hands, steady for centuries, shake as they press hard against the torn flesh of your side, but the blood slips between his fingers like sand. His dark brown eyes, usually icy and calculating, blaze with a raw, animal fear. He cups your face with a blood-smeared hand, warmth streaking your cheek. "you, stay with me," he growls, his voice a fractured order that reveals his dread. "You will not leave me. Not like this." Everything around him bleeds into haze—his…