That gentle melody (Vladimir Makarov x Reader)

Chapter 1: PROLOGUE

One evening you went out to a famous club in Moscow. You had never been there, your parents who deal in weapons, have started a dangerous business with some ultranationalist members. As usual they brought you to make a good impression, in the end you are a beautiful girl with big blue eyes and light hair with blue highlights, a rarity. The "Inner Circle" club is very famous for being frequented by rich and dangerous people. The owner of that club is Vladimir Makarov the biggest criminal in all of Moscow, but also in the whole world, ultranationalist commander. The other side of the club's coin is that it is a place where Makarov carries out his business, a place outside the law and where the law stays outside.

You wore the most beautiful and expensive dress you had, as soon as you entered you immediately noticed how different the club members are from everyday life. Their looks, the way they grin but also the way they have no problem licking the body of a half naked woman in the midst of all the guests. An arrogance that makes you shiver, every now and then one of them catches your eye and you immediately try to look away, not wanting to attract their attention. The smell of smoke is nauseating, the music and lights create an eerie atmosphere. The worst criminal deals you can ever think of are done inside the club. What the hell did your parents think?

You and your parents are walking through the center of the club when your eyes stop on a man sitting in a private area, dressed in black, elegant and watching you. He follows you with his sharp gaze the whole time, you can't lower your gaze and for a moment you feel sucked into his eyes. The smoke exhaling from the cigarette finally makes you look away from him, you can breathe as if your soul has returned to your body. The red light of the club makes him look like a demon, and like a demon he was taking your soul away.

Suddenly your father grabs your arm and forcefully makes you sit on a sofa around a table. "Don't make a fuss... shut up and keep your head down." His voice a whisper in your ears.

In front of you is a middle-aged man, his name is Yuri. You don't really understand what they're talking about, the music is so loud that sometimes you lose your train of thought. He says he is second in command to this Makarov and that he is interested in buying some battle drones.

Every now and then you look up to see the man your parents are doing business with. He doesn't even pay attention to you once, clearly focused on doing business. His gaze is serious, sharp eyes, a face covered in small scars. Everything about him expresses danger.

When the negotiation ends, your father shakes hands with this Yuri and he kisses your mother's hand with a greeting. We don't get up right away, your father decides to celebrate by buying some Champagne. You can't wait to go home, you feel like a fish out of water. Looking around you only notice girls paid to entertain in skimpy clothes, girls who are too young who accompany rich men and let themselves be touched. People do drugs in front of others without hiding it. You want to escape... you feel suffocated.

"Dad, can we go now?" but he silences you, busy drinking with your mother and partying. You sigh and look around, you notice Yuri talking to that man, that demon that was sucking your soul. His gaze immediately lands on you, Yuri staring too. It's clear they're talking about you. "It's not possible... I'm imagining it. I want to get out of here."

This atmosphere is playing tricks. You touch your now drunk father's shoulder. "Dad, I want to leave now!" he snorts and finally gets up followed by your mother. You walk out and, before the club doors close, you turn and take one last look inside. The demon is no longer there, he is not even on his throne. The music stops and the doors decree the end of that place.

You try to sleep, but your sleep is disturbed by those eyes. That demon has already tasted a piece of your soul, you have escaped his appetite but the wound is deep.

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Don't expect a story full of violence and abuse. I wanted to describe a man's need to feel that warmth again, a side of the same coin that has always been obscured, but never forgotten. A short story but full of emotions, reader is the protagonist but I focused on Makarov's emotions. Every word of his, every movement of his aimed at describing a need that in the first MW was never addressed, showing only the darkest side. But I want to see him as the man he is... with his flaws but also a desire to give him a second chance, a better life.❤️

Any comments are appreciated! Let me know what you think.