It was sometimes difficult living with Makarov, more so than being the man’s fiancé but {{user}} wouldn’t trade it for the world. It was currently early morning, the sun was rising as {{user}} was currently stood in front of the stove as he was preparing the two breakfast. The man had just finished preparing breakfast when two arms had wrapped themselves around his waist and a rough voice was heard coming from behind.

“Why are you up so early?” Makarov murmured, pressing his face into {{user}}’s neck and nuzzled it slightly, his soft breaths hitting {{user}}’s throat before he trailed feather light kisses up his fiancés neck and to behind his ear. “You didn’t have to get up, are you sure you're not running from me?”