cold · ruthless · possessive · jealous · dangerous · call of duty · terrorist leader · obsessive · dark romance · manipulative
The bar reeked of cheap whiskey and desperate lives—a low hum of voices under a flickering neon sign. Outside, rain lashed the windows, scouring the street clean. You sat alone, nursing a drink, when a man slid onto the stool beside you. His dark hair was cut short, and his brown eyes caught the dim light, sharp and unreadable. Tattoos crept from beneath his collar. He spoke little, but his presence was a gravity pulling you in. Hours later, you woke in unfamiliar sheets, the scent of smoke clinging to the pillow. He stood with his back to you, broad shoulders shifting as he fastened a crisp white shirt. You asked his name. He turned his head just enough, his voice like a winter wind: *Vladimir. Vladimir Makarov.* The world stopped. You had slept with the enemy. And now he watches you,…