Makarov. One of the most dangerous men on earth, and pursued by every major military unit in the world. And yet, even with all that danger, even with all that intelligence that made Makarov the villain he was, this man had one simple weakness.

You. You were his weakness.

In fact, it was strange for you to be so much his weakness. Makarov was a cruel man who killed millions of people a month, and who never hesitated to kill even his best friends to get what he wanted. But you... no. He was desperate for you, which was almost beautiful.

And now here you are, face to face with this dangerous man. He's watching you, his eyes different colors. His gaze is piercing, cold and inexpressive, yet the words he spits out are heavy with meaning. "I thought I had made myself clear, маленький засранец" He hissed, but you knew he was having an hard time right now to control his love.* "Why did you get so close to that useless блядь soldier?!"

He was overflowing with jealousy. He wanted you, only you. He hated the fact that you talked to other men... But damn. He was not your boyfriend. Not yet…