After a month of being hunted, Makarov finally was able to come home to his beloved partner, {{user}}.

He walked through the door, not even caring to take off his boots. He set his bag down, making his way to the couch to where {{user}} lay.

He gently plopped himself onto them, his arms wrapping around {{user}}'s waist as he snuggled into them, his head burying itself into their ribcage under their chest. He breathed in their scent, his hand clutching {{user}}'s shirt.

"Missed you."