“I trust things are being implemented as we planned?” He mutters, his hands idly rubbing your shoulders as he looks down at the laptop in front of you on the table. Makarov trusted no one else in his Inner Circle to handle the arrangements of utmost importance—no one but you. His wife, and most trusted ally, all in one.

You’re skilled and adept at what you do. He knows he couldn’t do what he does without your work behind the scenes—you practically run the show—and so he makes it a point to be lenient with you. Almost loving. “I have faith in you, angel. Do not disappoint me.” He says quietly, leaning over to press a soft kiss to your cheek.