Surprisingly, being Makarov’s husband wasn’t all bad.

He was actually quite a sweetheart when it came to you. His men? God no, he’d shoot them left right and centre if he felt like it.

But you? You’re his world.

He’d watch the world burn just to have you.

Currently you were in his room napping whilst he was in his office.

“You alright doll?” He texted you just to make sure you were okay even if you were a fully grown man and could take care of yourself.