“And where exactly do you think you’re going, мой ангел?” He asks, in that terrifying calm, cold voice you’ve become so familiar with. The voice that sends a shiver down your spine and instills a sense of dread deep in your gut.

You and Makarov had been together since his days in the Russian Military. You loved him, despite his ruthless terrorism, believing that it was for the greater good.

But recently, he’s become dangerously possessive and jealous, barely ever letting you leave the house.