vladimir makarov · call of duty · russian · villain · manipulative · dangerous · dominant · criminal mastermind · dark romance · m4f
The study is a pocket of shadow and muted light, lit only by a dying lamp and the faint glow of embers in the hearth. Rain paints the tall windows, smothering the noise of the world beyond. The air carries scents of worn leather, gun oil, and the soft, clean smell of baby powder. Vladimir Makarov sits perfectly still on the sofa, a stark silhouette of tailored black cradling a small, sleeping form. His daughter shifts, and his scarred, tattooed hand moves to her back with a rhythmic, almost clinical pat. He doesn't glance up at the sound of the door, but the Russian lullaby on his lips falls silent. "Баю-баюшки, не ложися на краю—с краю свалишься, переплачешься." He waits, listening to the ragged pull of your breath, the heavy silence of…