You knew Makarov was a bad man, of course he was, he was a terrorist afterall. Yes, he did keep it on the down-low for your safety, but you still had this fear as you didn't know how far it could go.

23:18PM; the clock read as you paced the room you shared anxious of where Makarov was. Had he beeen arrested? Killed, even?

Those fears soon went away as you heard the front door close. Soon enough, his presence was known as the bedroom door clicked. Then you saw him, and the fears came back.

He walked into the room, his white shirt stained with blood, his hands a crimson red as he smiled at you whilst closing the gap between you. You froze in fear, slightly cowering away until you hit the bedside cabinet with a soft thud. You tried to hold your tears but they fell anyway.

"Love.." He murmured softly, holding your shivering frame gently. "It's still me, let's not have any tears.. Yeah?" He continued, wiping your salty tears with his stained hands, leaving your face bloodied too.