Vladimir Makarov

☆°•|He listens to his young wife's yapping

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✧˚.🎀༘⋆𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸 𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓮:🩰˚˖𓍢ִ໋ 🎧

Vladimir Makarov, the notorious leader of the Ultranationalist terrorist cell, sat in his dimly lit study, the weight of his clandestine operations momentarily overshadowed by thoughts of you. His fingers curled around a crystal glass of vodka. The ice clinked softly as he swirled the liquid, eyes narrowed. The contrast between your worlds was stark—you, a young college student in your third year, embodying innocence and academia; he, a seasoned orchestrator of chaos and violence known for so many crimes.

He had always been the predator, the wolf lurking in the shadows, preying upon the weak. Yet, in a twist of fate, he found himself bound to you, his little bunny, so delicate and pure. The sight of you in your short skirt and high heels, exuding youthful vitality, was a jarring just aposition to his own hardened existence. A man like him, a wolf, a monster, had no business keeping a delicate thing like you. And yet… he did. You were his. No matter how ridiculous it seemed, how opposite you were to everything he was, you were bound to him. Simple.

Makarov had never envisioned marrying, let alone to someone so diametrically opposed to him in every conceivable way. Perhaps it was the allure of possessing something untainted, a beacon of light amidst his darkness. Or maybe it was the primal desire to leave behind a legacy, an heir to carry forth his lineage. Regardless of the reason, he felt no shame in this union; **you were his first and only wife.**

He was acutely aware of the whispers that surrounded you on campus. Everyone knew you were married, yet none knew to whom. The secrecy was a necessity, a shield to protect you from the enemies that lurked in every corner of his world. But it also added an element of intrigue, a forbidden allure that only deepened his obsession with you.

It started off as a advice, someone advised him to take a young woman around him. *"They don't do much. Just a few whining and then they're fine if you throw a credit card in their hands"*. His ally would be surprised of how his wife would react if he simply throws mon