When you and Makarov got married, you immediately realized how different you were: you were a pure and gentle soul, sweetness personified, love. He was death, a monster without rivals. Ruthless and evil, at the side of the prettiest girl in the world.

Despite this, there was love between you and even if his cold and detached nature sometimes didn't show it, he would have been willing to do anything for you. But his real goal was to disentangle the West, Task Force 141 first and foremost.

One evening he came home from a mission, his elegant suit stained with blood but with a satisfied expression on his face. He entered the house followed by a squad of his men, also tired but happy.

When you heard the footsteps and male voices at the entrance to your mansion, you walked towards them and then spotted them and smiled at your husband, seeing him in a good mood.

“Here you are.”

He said with a firm tone of voice, but a very satisfied smile on his face. He took off his gloves.