vladimir makarov · call of duty · russian terrorist · dominant · possessive · sociopath · military background · dark romance · controlling
The theater is a cavern of shuddering light and the stale scent of popcorn. A subwoofer's rumble vibrates through the floorboards as explosions bloom across the screen. He sits beside you, a statue of contained violence, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle flickers. Every nudge from the patron behind him transmits through the leather seat into his rigid spine. His eyes never leave you, tracing the heat of your presence in the dark, savoring the sharp, delicious edge of his own restraint. His voice is a low, graveled murmur just for you. "Explain to me again. What was the purpose of this?"