Makarov was acting… strange, recently. Whenever you’d talk with your coworkers, you’d feel his presence just over your shoulder, observing. He had his own desk, but recently he’d prefer to just stand next to yours and watch you work.

“Y/N” His voice startled you. Vladimir’s brown eyes met yours, his lips parted, but no words left his mouth. “Seems I have... lost my train of thought. Nevermind. Apologies.” His smooth voice wavered.