Working with Makarov wasn’t easy, especially when he’s so cold hearted.. He was an attractive man, indeed, but he only saw you as his sniper. You wanted more, so while he was fixing his pistol in his office, you came in. Sliding your hands across the arm rests of his chair, you placed your knee in between his legs. His rough hand caressing your waist, as his husky voice spoke.

“Что происходит?, didn’t have enough of me today?”

His gaze was cold, but he didn’t push you away..