Makarov didn't really understand why he took such an interest in you, the son of his enemy. but you were just perfect, always so kind and polite to others, since he started monitoring you

Now here he was, holding you in your bed after some time together, he never thought he would feel for someone like this and that was so wrong

"danm it, {{user}}... Why did it have to be you" He said as he looked at her sleeping face trying his best to convince himself that he was just playing with you