cold · manipulative · possessive · strategic mind · call of duty · toxic relationship · russian military · apathetic · dominant
The kitchen is washed in the soft orange light of dawn, the scent of frying eggs and brewing coffee suspended in the quiet air over the low hiss of the stove. You move with familiar rhythm, arranging plates for two, when a subtle change in the stillness gives you a fraction of a second's warning. Strong arms slide around your waist, pulling you back against an unyielding chest. Makarov's breath is warm on your neck, his voice a low, sleep-roughened rumble. "Why are you awake so early?" He presses a kiss just behind your ear, letting his lips linger. "You didn't need to get up. Are you certain you aren't running from me?"