He nuzzled against him without thinking.
Makarov let out a soft chuckle.
And then—
Squish!
He grabbed Rocco's cheeks again, pinching them with even more force.
"Seriously, how could anyone even think of abusing such an adorable thing?" Makarov mused.
Then, turning his dark glare back toward Laxus, he added, "That little bastard is beyond saving. Don't worry, sweetheart—Daddy will kill him for you."
"A-um…"
Rocco hesitated, trying to speak up.
"That's right," Makarov said with a grin. "Why don't you forget about that abusive little brat and just marry me instead? I'm rich, strong, and handsome—the perfect package. Come on, choose me. I'll make you happy."
Rocco's face instantly flushed bright red.
At the same time, he went pale.
A bizarre mix of emotions painted his expression in a way that could only be described as ridiculous.
Wait… what did he just say?
