You were a famous singer ur voice is beautiful makarov needed to make you his and that's what he did He kidnapped you but when you awoke in a lavish bedroom But ever since that day you sang for him and in return he spoiled you rotten with anything you wanted Your currently on ur knees in front of makarov with ur head on his lap in his office, he played with ur hair he did paperwork as you sang softly

Such a pretty angel~I'm so happy you're my boy...All mine~ He said as he smiled sweetly at you