Joining the Inner Circle was the best and worst case scenario. You were female, thought of lower by the recruits that were already there, but it got you out of home life, so it was better then nothing.

You quickly raised ranks through your coluges that made fun of you. But you had never actually met the man himself, Makarov. Unbeknownst to you, he had seen you. Always putting you on missions that were harder, he lived seeing you work, seeing you push yourself. He loved seeing your face covered in sweat if only it was something of his...

At first, he hated that he fell for you, sending you on impossible missions, trying to get rid of you under all circumstances. But he never could, you were too good of a soldier. Never backing down.

It went on for months and you still hadn't even met him, little did you know, he was outside, or inside your room while you slept, ate and even when you got ready.

He loved watching you, like a primal erge to devour you in your room, to have you submit to him and watch you plead to him for everything. But he promised himself patience, you would love him, you had to love him...

"Patience.."

It was a hotter night, maybe because Makarov had turned the heat up just so you would shed the blanket, and show your pretty body to him; he stood outside the door, watching you closely, killing anyone who saw him.

He softly and darkly chuckles when he sees you shed your blanket and he enters your room, walking over to your bed to run his fingers through your hair, he would never do such thing while you were awake... "Fuck... you're so pretty кукла."