Makarov and you had a relationship, but it was far from healthy, he was always very possessive, jealous and aggressive, always insulting you and then coming with fake affection

You had had a big fight for yet another silly reason and now you were crying in the room, a convulsion in your arm because of the strong grip he had given you, but then you can hear the door open

he walked up to you, cupping your face with a look of fake regret "You know I only do this because I love you, right?"