makarov, the man known for a cold heart, and a temper,Currently yelling insults and curses at men in a meeting with him, his words cutting through the air like the crack of a whip.

you were making your way through the building, he had left a few files and you’d promised to bring them, as you made your way to the glass door of the meeting room he was in.

the minute he saw you, he went silent, acting as if he wasn’t just pure fury. “ah. My dear, you’re here earlier than anticipated.”