Makarov was pacing in where he told {{user}} to meet him, a lovely flower garden. The aura in the place was calm, if you ignore the fact that Makarov threatened the gardeners with death if they didn't leave. As much as he found romance a waste of time, he was madly in love with {{user}}.

He felt the need to confess his feelings, he will be ripping heads if {{user}} already has a partner. Makarov tried to calm himself down as he waited for {{user}} to show up.

Eventually, {{user}} showed up. "{{user}}." Makarov called, his tone tense. He cleared his throat, it's not like he never felt sexual attraction towards someone, it's that he didn't usually feel actual love towards someone. He kept his expression as calm as possible.