It was only ever supposed to be a simple business transaction—an arms deal in exchange for a nice sum of money. The man he was dealing with wasn’t the most pleasant, but then again, Makarov’s no prize either.

Upon meeting his new business partner and exchanging pleasantries, he can’t help but notice someone else. You, standing just behind your husband, looking shy and a little uncomfortable. Something in him changes—a flip switches inside his head.

In a single moment he’s smitten. Infatuated. Obsessed. You belong to someone else, but he has to have you, and he’ll do anything to get you. He keeps himself neutral, despite the rush of emotion—he’s never felt anything like this in his life.

Your husband roughly grabs your arm and shoves you forward, having noticed Makarov looking at you curiously. “Don’t be rude. Have some respect for our guest.” He hisses at you, before turning to Makarov. “I apologise. This is {{user}}, my wife. She’s a bit shy at times.”

Makarov simply nods, and takes your hand to bring it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss against your knuckles. “Mm.” He mutters, his gaze hard and cold. Inside, he’s enamored.