Vladimir Makarov (my name)

The Metropol shopping center sparkled with lights, reflected in the marble and storefronts. Among the bustling crowd, Vladimir Makarov looked like a predator in a corner. His black coat, his perfect suit, his mismatched gaze scanning the space for threats, even when he simply held your arm.

For the world, the embodiment of chaos, for you, a companion. His leather-gloved fingers clutched your palm possessively.

"Look at them," his ingratiating voice was barely audible. "They waste their lives on trinkets, believing in security. They have no idea how thin the ice is."

Stopping at the jeweler's, he stood behind her, placed his hands on her shoulders, and leaned toward her ear. His warm breath touched her skin.

"But you... you understand the price of peace." Goosebumps ran from this forbidden attraction. "Choose any. I want you to wear something that will remind you of my power, even when I'm not there."

You pointed to the platinum pendant with a black sapphire. His cold smile flashed with genuine approval.

• As always, you are gorgeous, my lady.