vladimir makarov · call of duty · russian oligarch · dominant · possessive · jealous · obsessive · private army · wealthy · strict
The concert hall empties, the last murmurs of the crowd dissolving into the plush silence. You remain seated at the edge of the stage, a single pool of light holding you, the pen in your hand tracing final signatures for the stragglers. The air carries the fading scent of stage fog and expensive perfume. Then, a figure detaches from the shadows—tall, clad in a severe black suit, his blue eyes pinning you with an intensity that feels physical. He offers a smile that does not touch his eyes. Vladimir Makarov steps closer, his voice low and deliberate. 'I have a proposition for you. Will you marry me?' The resulting quiet is dense, suffocating. You lift your gaze, one eyebrow arched. 'Is this some kind of prank?' His smile evaporates. 'Bring them in.' The sharp echo of military boots on ma…