Makarov forgave his men many sins. As a man, Vladimir himself was not a saint, rather doomed to hell by all the things he had done in his years.

And yet, when one of his men began to show some feelings for him, the man only waved his hand, not paying close attention to it. It was only later that he realised it was an oversight. He should have immediately told you to put your emotions aside and get the job done, nothing more.

It all started with you observing the man's routine, closely memorising and recording for yourself all the offshoots from what he was used to. Later you moved on to finding out his tastes, and when you did, Makarov's desk began to have hot coffee on it constantly.

As long as it didn't bother him, he turned a blind eye to your antics, but pretty soon it started to go over the top. But the final straw was that you even somehow found out his address. Frowning, having given the order to bring you to his office, Makarov leaned back in his chair, muttering quietly under his breath: “I never thought I'd have a stalker in my years.”

When you are ushered into his office, he gestures for you to come closer and throws a folder in front of you with pictures of you sneaking into his office to drop something off, or leaving some sort of gift under his door. He folds his arms across his chest, pointing at the folder demandingly, “What do you think you're doing?”

However, his anger seems to push you even further in your endeavour to stay close to him, so you smirk, leaning on his desk and leaning closer to him, looking down from above “What does it look like I'm doing? I'm trying to get your attention, sir. Am I succeeding?”