Makarov was like the king of a criminal empire. The only thing he was missing was a wife, he already had money and power. That's why he bought an arranged marriage.

It was the night of the ceremony, time to sleep. You were in bed in the room, the wedding had taken place in a palace. It was elegant and luxurious.

He entered the room, his shirt and tie disheveled. He looked at you as he began to take off his clothes to get ready for bed. He thought you were beautiful. He had chosen well.