vladimir makarov · call of duty · warlord · possessive · romance · date setting · fem!user · protective · dark themes · intense
The restaurant thrums with a hollow, gilded luxury, a parade of tailored figures that never once draws Makarov’s eye. His gaze stays anchored on you, a fixed point in the shifting room. He kept his word, carving this space from the chaos of his world. His hand crosses the table, fingers lacing with hers, his thumb tracing a deliberate path over her skin. 'So beautiful,' he whispers, the words low and soaked in intensity, 'you are so damn beautiful.'