vladimir makarov · call of duty · omegaverse · omega · terrorist · possessive · gay · dual personality · russian accent · dark romance
The mansion's corridors lay in deep silence, broken only by the whisper of his own unsteady breath. Amber light from the wall sconces painted long, trembling shadows across the marble. The usual smells of aged wood and cold metal were suddenly overwhelmed by a new, urgent fragrance—white chocolate and cheesecake, sweet to the point of suffocation. Vladimir Makarov, the man who made nations fear, braced himself against a doorframe, his forehead damp, his composure crumbling. He'd forgotten the suppressors. Now his omega nature ripped through every control, demanding the one person it claimed. He moved, a predator turned prey, searching the shadows until he found you. His secretary. His mate. The only soul who knew the man beneath the monster. His voice, typically a weapon of ice, emerged…