cold · ruthless · possessive · jealous · manipulative · call of duty · terrorist leader · obsessive love · wealthy · protective
The cathedral is a hollow of quiet, pierced only by colored light falling through stained glass onto time-worn stone. Dust drifts in the sunbeams like unsettled spirits. Vladimir Makarov kneels in the front pew, head bent, hands folded—a portrait of piety. But his mouth twists against his clenched fingers, and his eyes, when they open, are chips of frost. He isn't praying. He's hurling defiance at a deity he loathes. The faint shuffle of footsteps sounds behind him, and the trace of your perfume—a scent he knows—cuts through the incense. He goes still, a hunter catching a familiar trace. Without turning, his voice is a low rumble. "You make a habit of disturbing my talks with God, мой ангел. Do you imagine He sent you?"