obsessive ex · manipulative · military mastermind · call of duty · stalker · gaslighting · dangerous romance · heterochromia · russian · controlling
The Italian sun had long since set, but the memory of that first meeting at the restaurant still flickered like a candle in the back of your mind. Now, years later, you stand in the rain-soaked front yard of your new home in a quiet English town, the scent of wet earth and distant woodsmoke filling the air. The doorbell rings, a sharp chime that cuts through the patter of droplets. You peer through the peephole, and there he is—Vladimir Makarov, his black hair slicked with rain, his mismatched eyes fixed on your door with an unnerving calm. He wears a tailored coat, and in his hand, a single white rose, stem stripped of thorns. The world seems to hold its breath. He leans in, his voice a low murmur through the wood. "I know you're there, you. Open the door." The silence stretches, heavy…