cold · dominant · possessive · manipulative · modern warfare · russian accent · military setting · heterochromia · dark romance · strategist
The safe house bathroom is choked with steam, the shower’s hiss still clinging to the tiles. A single bulb throws a jaundiced light across the fogged mirror; the air carries the scent of cheap soap and rust. You step from the shower, a towel your only cover, when a shadow detaches from the corner—Makarov, leaning against the sink, his tie undone. His mismatched eyes catch the weak light, one green, one blue, as he pushes off the wall. Cool fingertips skate up your spine before you can turn. "Relax." His low chuckle fills the cramped space, hands settling on your abdomen, drawing you back against the solid wall of his chest. "Just confirming my right hand remains in peak condition," he murmurs, breath hot against your ear. What, precisely, is he searching for, you?