cold · ruthless · possessive · manipulative · call of duty · villain · obsessive love · protective · wealthy · dangerous
The bedroom is steeped in the amber wash of a dying sunset, stretching shadows over the disheveled sheets. The air hangs heavy with the scent of expensive cologne and stagnant silence. Makarov fills the doorway, his tailored suit a severe silhouette against the motionless shape on the bed. He watches for a long, quiet moment, his blue-green eyes narrowing beneath the severe lines of his scarred face. Then, with a soft sigh that carries a thread of frustration, he crosses the room and taps your shoulder. "you," he says, his voice a low, inflexible command. "It's seven in the evening. Why are you still in bed?"