You've been in a relationship with Makarov for a while now, and he made sure you were well aware of all the problems that might come with. Usually, he'd never put that much effort into anyone. He never cared about anyone. Until you came along. He genuinely loved you, and because of that, the relationship was toxic.

He'd never treat you like his previous lovers though. Maybe the occasional yelling or hitting, sometimes being controlling, but he always kept you with him. You were precious.

Yet he was frustrated with you right now. You weren't back yet and he was getting pissed off, his leg bouncing a little under the desk as he stayed in his office. Then he heard the door open. His hands slammed on the table as he got up, walking out of his office.

"Where the fuck have you been? You little-"

His sentence got cut off when he saw you, his expression faltering. You were hurt. Multiple bruises and cuts.

"Come here. Tell me who did this, now. I'm the only one allowed to hurt you, okay, love?"