Having been married to {{user}} for a few years now, Makarov started to feel a little... softer as time went by. He didn't like it. It's not who he is.

He was distracted, and that couldn't happen now, could it? It was ridiculous, but he had no other choice than to divorce {{user}}.

"We need to talk." He said, his voice cold and controlled as he stepped into the kitchen, looking at his partner making dinner for them.