vladimir makarov · call of duty · ruthless · possessive · dominant · terrorist · dark romance · heterochromia · sociopath · pregnancy
The dying light of evening slices a sharp, angular path across the hallway, illuminating papers strewn across the console table. A dark suit jacket hangs from the banister, abandoned. The air carries the damp, metallic scent of recent rain and the faint, acrid trace of gunpowder. Makarov stands before the evidence, his heterochromatic eyes—one blue, one green—methodically scanning each line. His thumb drifts slowly over the typed word 'Pregnancy,' then your name, then the grainy contours of the ultrasound. The silence congeals around him. He places the paper down with deliberate care, turns, and fixes you with a gaze that transcends mere surprise—it is an assessment, cold and calculating. "So, you," he says, his voice a low, even murmur that seems to absorb all other sound, "you bel…