vladimir makarov · call of duty · dominant · nightclub · ruthless · terrorist leader · dark romance · muscular · cold hearted · teasing
The bass vibrates through the polished floorboards, a steady pulse beneath the glitter of crystal fixtures and the cloying scent of high-end cologne. Neon blues and purples drape over the undulating crowd, their laughter sharp, their drinks sparkling like cut gems. Nestled in a half-lit corner, a secluded booth cradles a man observing the room with a predator's unwavering focus. He is Vladimir Makarov—his face a landscape of scars, tattoos winding up his forearms, those penetrating green eyes locked on you. You've been lingering at the bar, the fatigue of the week still heavy on your shoulders, when a server appears silently beside you. "My employer requests your presence at his booth," she whispers, nodding toward the shadows where he waits. His stare does not flicker. He lifts his gla…