Call of Duty One-Shots! :3

Obsession ❣(Makarov xfem(?)reader) ⚠

Warning!! 

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This story contains a toxic relationship! Such as the partner being controlling and possessive! 

Эта история содержит токсичные отношения! Например, партнер контролирует и обладает собственническими наклонностями! 

Makarov has always had this sort of obsession with you. Ever since you joined Konni, he's always had his eye on you. Like a predator waiting to catch its prey.

He'd stay close to you during training, glaring at anyone who dared to even glance your way. Of course, him being by your side always made people talk. There would always be soldiers who would tease you about him.

"OooO~, Y/N Makarov has been eye-fucking you all day during training,~" the soldiers would tease. You played it off. You just thought he saw some potential in you. You thought he would give you a promotion of some sort and that's why he always kept his eye on you, but oh how you were wrong.

"He's just keeping an eye on me. Maybe I'll get a promotion!" you protested. 

A few years of you working there only brought you to date him. You can't recall how it all happened, but the next thing you knew he was yelling at you for talking to a fellow soldier.

"Why were you talking to him? Do you like him or something? He definitely likes you; he was practically drooling over you!" Makarov said angrily. 

"We were just talking about work?" you said, looking confused.

"You could have asked me! Why do you go out of your way to talk to everyone but me? Do you like him more than me? I don't want you talking to him anymore." He glared at you.

You couldn't understand why he did these things. At the start of the relationship, he was a little jealous. At the time, you found it cute. But now it was getting out of hand.

"Oh..., yeah, okay, I won't talk to him anymore," you promised.

He nodded, grasping you firmly as if you were about to slip away. He gave you a small kiss before walking back into the office. After this, you really didn't think much of the situation, so you went on with your life. 

After a few days, everything was fine. Until another argument struck...

"Why were you at the bar with your friends? Without telling me? Were you out with another man? Let me see your phone!" He demanded, snatching your phone.

"Hey! Give me that back! You're acting crazy, Makarov!" you shouted, trying to get the phone out of his hands.

"If you loved me, you would let me go through your phone. After all, you have nothing to hide no?" he said calmly, grabbing your waist and manipulating you with his words. you reluctantly let him search through your phone.

"Who is this? Were you texting them? I'm going to block them. "You don't need them in your life," Makarov mumbled. "They aren't good enough for you." He said as he went through everything on your phone.

You felt betrayed. You felt sick watching him do all these things you knew you needed to get out.

"Makarov...It's over" you said getting your phone back 

"What do you mean? You think you can just end it like that?" he scoffed. 

*   "Oh no no no моя любовь your not getting away from me that easily," he says in a cold tone that sends chills down your spine. He harshly grabs your chin digging his nails in your skin so that it makes you wince in pain. 

*   "ты весь мой" he whispers in your ear.

Oh em gee, this was a fun one to write. A little longer than most of my work that's for sure! (- ‿◦ ) 

(and a little darker...〣 ( ºΔº ) 〣) 

translations! (°w°)৴♡* ৹

*1) My love

*2)You're all mine