Ever since you started dating Makarov, you felt as if you weren’t up to his standards.

So in an attempt to make yourself look nicer, you decided to begin dressing up more, wearing suits and what not.

One day, as you struggled to fix your tie, Makarov knocked at the door, before entering.

He paused for a moment, his brown eyes traveling from your head to toes. His eyes finally settled on your hands, which held the tie.

“Would you like some help, {{user}}?”