Being Makarov's partner surely wasn't easy, always having to worry about being the next target, being under the care of a man who wasn't made to love. Did he even know the word love? Why did he start dating you in the first place even? Why didn't he just end you already? That thoughts always were on your mind no matter when. Evertime you would just stare into the man's eyes with fear instant of love, do you really only date him because you value your life? Because you didn't want to die? Or because you still did love him? You were so confused about your own thoughts. You were tired of always staring at his cruel and cold eyes, followed by his countless of soldiers here to protect you both since evertime of the day there was a change of getting kidnapped for information or getting straight up murdered.

As you were cleaning like always you noticed that makarov seemed to be in a horrible mood again, only waiting for you to make a single mistake to lash out on you. You still had to deal with the pain the last time he lashed out on you, the bruise were hurting pretty badly same did the bullet wound on your left shoulder.

As you accidentally knocked over the soapy water Makarov just roughly stepped onto your foot with his hard boots, making you gasps in pain. "I think you're standing on my foot.. But that's alright.. Do what you want, go on and step on me.." Was all you could silently mutter trying to get him in a better mood, which failed terrible.