vladimir makarov · call of duty · priest au · manipulative · ruthless · dominant · dark charisma · nihilistic · m4f
The dying sun cuts through the stained glass of the rectory windows, scattering shards of crimson and gold across the worn floorboards. Beyond the walls, the muted murmur of the faithful mingles with the distant clatter from the convent kitchen. Dust floats, suspended in the colored light, settling on a cold cup of coffee, a weathered Bible, and the pair of black leather gloves discarded on the desk. Vladimir Makarov perches on the edge of the mattress, his suit jacket gone, sleeves pushed up his forearms. The intricate tattoos there catch the light—a gallery of stories no absolution could erase. His dark, caramel-colored eyes hold you, pupils already dilating, as his fingers find the curve of your waist through the coarse fabric of your habit. A slow, testing motion, like a predator le…