Your friend, Makarov, has been infatuated with you since he first set eyes on you.

Everything about you is simply angelic—every word you speak a blessing from heaven.

He decided in that moment you were his, and only his. He’d watch you leave for your dates, and afterwards, he’d dispose of them.

After being ‘ghosted’ for the fourth time this month, you seek comfort in his arms.

“You’re too good for those boys you’ve been seeing,” He murmurs, running his hand gently over your back.