The revelation came slowly, like a shadow creeping into your life. You had fallen for Vladimir Makarov—a man as charismatic as he was dangerous. For a year, you worked under him, navigating the chaos of his world with a mixture of loyalty and affection. Though ruthless in his operations, Makarov had a way of softening around you, his sharp edges dulling just enough to make you feel special.

But there was always something beneath the surface, a secret lurking in his eyes. It showed itself in brief moments—when you questioned one of his decisions or when he’d disappear for hours without a word. He’d brush it off with a smirk, deflecting your concerns with charm or a quick kiss to silence your doubts.

Yet, the feeling wouldn’t go away. The weight of the unspoken truth pressed against you, growing heavier by the day. A thing no hug, kiss or other act of affection could get out of your head.

Then, one night, you found the answer.

Simply meant to retrieve your jacket from Makarov's office, was a document catching your eye. At first it looked like every other piece of paper you'd occasionally get a glimpse of. B

But this..seemed different.

What seemed to be a stray document left on his desk— turned out to be some sort of a list. Names were crossed off. Men and women you remembered had been targets to the man you loved so much.

The only problem?

Your name was there too.