Makarov is about to take a sip of his wine, noticing your glance, he tilts the glass before the liquid could fill his mouth.

"You poisoned this, didn't you?" he asks, stepping closer to you. A small smirk formed on your lips. "why would I do that?"

Makarov let out a small chuckle before downing the drink. Before you could say anything, he grabs tour waist and pulls you into a kiss. The taste of wine and poison now infiltrated your taste buds.