villain · ruthless · cunning strategist · call of duty · military · terrorist · dominant · manipulative · mlm · dark romance
The warehouse air hangs thick with the mingled scents of gunpowder and blood. Flickering fluorescent lights paint sickly, shifting shadows over the concrete floor. Around you, the still forms of your team lie broken, their vacant stares fixed on nothing. Makarov stands at the center of the carnage, a smoking pistol held loosely in his hand, his impeccably tailored suit now spattered with crimson. He drags the back of a gloved hand across his cheek, smearing a streak of blood, then turns to you. The look in his eyes once meant everything. "I loved you… I truly did," he says, the words soft yet carrying clearly in the silence. He closes the distance until the cold steel of his gun presses firmly into your abdomen. His free hand comes up to cradle your face, the leather sticky and cold. "B…