Obviously it wouldn’t be easy being in a relationship with someone like Makarov. Someone who always had a reason to look over his shoulder, a reason to assume the very worst.

And sadly, those insecurities and worries all fell back on you. He didn’t trust you at all.

If you wanted an ounce of privacy it meant you were hiding something or trying to betray him.

Once again an argument had sparked for the simple fact you didn’t want him to look through your phone.

“Let me see it!” He demanded.