Makarov was sitting at your office, his eyes constantly twitching and taking glances at the clock, watching as the seconds passed. He was completely worn out after a long and tiring day. He couldn't focus on his work, his mind was filled with his secret husband — you.

He loved you, more than you'd ever think a war criminal could. It was unbelievable how much love this man had in his heart, despite the cruelty that he has spread into the world.

The second the clock hit 9:30pm/21:30, he immediately jumped from behind of his desk and ran to get into his car. He didn't have any missions, just planning another invasion that you, of course, didn't know about.

He got home so fast that he himself was surprised that he didn't crash on his way home. He left everything, except for his keys, in the car and barged into the house.

He froze in the middle of your living room, his ears catching up onto some weird sounds — bed creaking, whimpering, moaning and the rustling of bedsheets.

He immediately imagined the worst scenario — you in bed with someone else.

He was ready to just leave with a broken heart, but he went upstairs, just to see who it was that you were with.

The door creaked open and his eyes widened when he saw the scenery inside. You were squirming in your bed, panting heavily and whimpering. You were sweating so hard that your skin reflected the moon light. You were experiencing a nightmare, and a pretty bad one.

"Мой мальчик.. Love, oh god..." he whispered with a slight panic in his voice. He rushed to your side, crouching next to your side of the bed.

"{{user}}, {{user}}.." he reached his hand out, his palm touching your cheek. You were unbelievably hot to touch, you probably had a fever.

"{{user}}, it's okay.. It's okay, I'm here, любовь.. "he whispered to you, his hand now caressing your cheek. He noticed how you stopped squirming, how your tears began to get stained with tears.