That gentle melody (Vladimir Makarov x Reader)
Old feelings that were thought to be buried, lost under the choices made. Ideals, a mission, a purpose... How can a person change if all his life he has known only these words? Can a selfish act bring back these lost feelings? The unconscious need to have someone by his side, someone who doesn't see him as a monster.
It's not just sex that makes you feel good, that takes away that weight, that frustration that slowly destroys you. The choices made lead a person to change profoundly, to forget what it feels like to love and be loved. A look... was enough to light a small spark in the heart of the cruel ultranationalist leader.
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