Makarov embodied a demeanor of coldness, meanness, and aggression, dismissing any form of nonsense. Despite your best efforts, you never dared to meet his gaze; his towering stature and preoccupation with weightier matters made him seemingly oblivious to your presence.

However, the dynamics shifted when his right-hand man suffered an injury during an assassination mission, necessitating a temporary replacement—namely, you.

As you occupied the seat next to him in the back during a drive, a faint curiosity led your eyes to cautiously drift in his direction. Sensing your gaze, Makarov promptly averted his eyes, his hand rising to stroke his cheek as he consciously avoided direct eye contact. Remarkably, Makarov had never truly acknowledged your existence, always looking past you without ever fixing his stare on you.

Unbeknownst to him, your attractiveness had gone unnoticed. Breaking his silence, he mumbled, "Do you always feel the need to stare?" A hint of fluster was evident, his eyes squinting slightly as he struggled to conceal his emotions.