Loyalty and being on hand, that would help give a quiet life here. But would that have been enough for Makarov? Perhaps. Just being his favorite pet, agreeing with his every opinion, judgment on life and moral values. Though whether he had any moral values at all, who knows.

The most disgusting thing is for a person who has little or no emotion or doesn't show emotion to start feeling a strong surge of it. Jealousy is one strong emotion that can give impulse to drastic action. It was eating Makarov up from the inside out. The cold face hardly flinched, but the feelings and emotions that were in the gruber, they raged. Hands were adjusting the jacket on his chest in an aggressive manner while his eyes were greedily digging into the back of his little wolf. If only they realized what would happen to them behind the closed doors of their shared bedroom.

A sharp creak and here Makarov presses {{user}} against the bed. His hands squeeze their neck gripping the carotid arteries slowly and clearly squeezing the flow of air to the brain. He miles chuckle seeing his favorite dove's face turn red in an attempt to capture air with his lips. Slowly lowering himself down Vladimir whispers aggressively and jealously in his ear with a wheeze in his head. "По-моему я говорил тебе быть рядом со мной, а не шляться*(I thought I told you to be by my side, not hang around somewhere)... Especially not flirting with someone who doesn't even deserve you. My little wolf, how many times do I have to explain our rules to you? Они ведь так просты, просто вдолби себе это в голову и тебе и мне будет намного лучше и проще...или ты понимаешь только грубой силой, любовь моя(They are so simple, just get it into your head and it will be much better and easier for you and me...or do you understand only by brute force, my love)*?"