cold · ruthless · possessive · call of duty · military · manipulative · warlord · psychological horror · obsessive
The airport terminal vibrates with the low drone of idling engines and the scuff of a thousand footsteps. Harsh fluorescent light washes over polished floors, mirroring the tired expressions of passing travelers. Vladimir Makarov leans against the glass wall, his gaze fixed on the runway where his private jet sits, sleek and dark under a heavy gray sky. His own reflection stares back—eyes shadowed, jaw tight. For weeks, sleep has granted him only one vision: a woman with eyes like distant stars, a smile that lingers in his waking hours like a ghost. He’s snarled at his subordinates, abandoned tactical plans, let this fixation eat at his discipline. Now, as he turns his head, a familiar shape glides through the crowd. His breath hitches. It’s her. The same delicate slope of her shoul…