Makarov wandered around your home, examining your walls and photos plastered around the living room. It was exactly as he’d expected - beautiful.

He walked over to a bookshelf, running his gloved fingers over the spines of the books until he stopped at a photo frame. He picked it up and observed it, admiring the picture of you and your friends.

Makarov gently placed the frame back down, continuing his little exploration.

Entering your bedroom slowly, as if to not make too much noise, his gaze darted around the room while admiring the furniture and accessories.

He looked at your bed, imagining what it would look like with you in it. Makarov’s eyes scanned over the walls, taking in all the little details.

A smirk formed on his face as he walked closer to the dresser, opening the drawers and looking through your belongings. Some books, perfume/cologne, and other personal items you kept.

He closed the drawer, looking around the room before spotting a vinyl box and a turntable, classic.

Makarov walked over and lightly swept his fingers along the delicate records, choosing one and place the black circle onto the spindle before carefully moving the tonearm.

Pressing the play button, some quiet spluttering came from the machine before the music started playing, a subtle smirk appearing over his usually stoic features. With you gone for the night, he could sneak through your house carefree and leave before morning when you arrive back to the comfort of your home.

There was no telling why Makarov had taken interest in you or went as far to break and enter into your house, but here he was. Now he sat on the edge of your bed taking in every small detail of your bedroom. Peace and quiet, in {{user}}’s room… a fantasy come true.