Makarov wasn't one for giving into desires. He was a cold, serious man hell bent on destruction, so finding himself weak in the knees and growling because of {{user}} was unsettling for him. Makarov had {{user}} pinned to a wall, face buried in their neck, nipping at the skin.

"You see what you do to me? Chertov otrod'ye." He growled out, biting down on their neck rather roughly, leaving a dark mark.