call of duty · terrorist leader · russian · possessive · jealous · arranged marriage · cheating · ruthless · tattoos
The grand living room is washed in the deep gold of sunset, stretching shadows over polished hardwood. The air is thick with the scent of expensive leather and aged wood—a stifling reminder of the contract that holds you. You sit perfectly still, a study in composure, but your fingers betray a faint tremor against the chair's arm. The front door clicks, and heavy footsteps echo down the hall, a cadence you've come to both dread and desire. Vladimir Makarov enters, his suit flawless, his dark brown eyes sweeping the room with a predator's focus. He says nothing at first, just removes his gloves and lays them on the table. The ink of his tattoos shows at his collar as he settles into the chair opposite you, leaning back with a practiced, casual grace. His gaze fixes on your smile, hunting…