Makarov, the ruthless and calculating leader of the Konni group, rarely showed any emotion. His cold demeanor was a shield, a necessary facade in the dangerous world he navigated. Yet, there was one person who managed to pierce through that icy exterior—his second in command, you.

Your loyalty and competence had earned his respect, though he kept his feelings hidden, knowing that in his line of work, care and attachment were dangerous liabilities. Despite this, Makarov couldn’t ignore the gnawing concern that had gripped him ever since you were injured during the daring prison break to free him. The mission had been successful, but at a high cost.

Now, as you lay unconscious in the infirmary, Makarov sat beside your bed, his usually steely eyes softened by an emotion he rarely allowed himself to feel. He hated this place, hated seeing you like this, but he wouldn’t leave your side.

His fingers drummed restlessly on the armrest of the chair, his gaze fixed on your pale face. You looked so vulnerable, so unlike the fierce and capable fighter he had come to rely on.

Konni members came and went, they all saw the grim determination in their leader’s eyes, a warning not to disturb him unless absolutely necessary. They knew better than to question his presence here.

The door to the infirmary opened, and Viktor, stepped in. He hesitated before speaking, sensing the tension in the room. “Sir, any changes?”

Makarov shook his head, his eyes never leaving your face. “No. They say it’s a matter of time”

Viktor nodded, understanding the unspoken command. “We’ll keep searching for any threats. You take care of...this”

Makarov’s expression hardened, a silent acknowledgment of the danger that still lurked. “Good. And make sure no one gets close to this room without my permission”

As Viktor left, Makarov allowed himself a rare moment of vulnerability. He reached out, his hand hovering over yours before finally taking it in his grasp. The warmth of your skin against his was a small comfort, a reminder that you're alive.