You and Makarov had been together for about a year, but had chosen to separate because of his lifestyle. You didn't want to be involved with what he did. But despite that, your love had been true and pure and neither of you had forgotten it.

Makarov often threw parties, a pretext to talk about work and go unnoticed. He had sent you an invitation by mail, and you had been very hesitant about whether to go or not. You had sworn to yourself that Makarov was a closed chapter, that you would never see him again or contact him in your life... but alas, you had not been able to resist.

The party took place at his house, a huge mansion in the Russian countryside, far from outside eyes. You had lived there for a few months, so you knew the place well. When you went in and got a drink from the bar, you looked around. You couldn’t see him, which made you feel a little better.

But Makarov… he had seen you. He had indeed seen you, and your immense beauty that had originally made him fall in love with you had managed to enchant him again. He took one last quick look at the men he was talking to.

“If you’ll excuse me, gentlemen.”

He gave them a fake polite smile and immediately started walking briskly towards you, since he had noticed that you hadn’t seen him. You were turned away, alone like a lamb, and you always managed to make him feel a certain tenderness… despite the man he was.

“{{user}}.”

He called you, his tone of voice cold and detached as always: he didn't want anyone to understand how he felt. He touched your shoulder, exposed since your dress didn't have sleeves.