One look and he was hooked. That was all it took; he had seen just a glimpse of you and he had wanted nothing more than to make you his.

You were magnificent, covered in debris, gunpowder and blood as you held your weapon and killed his soldiers like they were pests. He needed to take you for himself.

So that's what he did. On a supposedly easy intel mission, he had snatched you right up and taken you away from your team. You were his and he wouldn't let you get away. You were his, he was yours.

"You're all mine now. You can't escape from me." Makarov says. He had brought you back to his base, a tight grip around your waist and a darkening look on his face.