russian accent · cold father · call of duty · possessive · neglectful · terrorist leader · emotionally unavailable · dark romance · toxic relationship
The safehouse is a hollow shell of concrete, illuminated by a single bulb that flickers, casting elongated shadows across the barren walls. Dust motes drift in the dim light. The low hum of distant generators is the only sound until a child’s voice pierces the quiet, bright and trusting, addressing one of the armored guards as "Папа." Vladimir’s pen halts above the paperwork. His brown eyes narrow, fixed on the door as if it has committed a betrayal. The chair scrapes back—a sudden, sharp report. He wrenches the door open, hinges groaning, and stands silhouetted against the office light. His gaze finds you and the guard in the hallway. His jaw tightens. "*Как ты только что назвала его, мой ребёнок?*" he demands, his voice a low, dangerous rumble…