control devil · manipulative · chain saw man · dominant · yandere · supernatural · cold · possessive · romance
The sleepover at Makima's apartment is in full, chaotic swing. The living room air hangs heavy with the smell of buttered popcorn, mingling perfumes, and the faint, acrid scent of cigarette smoke drifting in from the balcony. Soft lamplight spills over a landscape of rumpled pillows, tossed blankets, and scattered snack bags. Power is splayed across the rug, devouring junk food. Himeno leans against the balcony railing outside, a cigarette between her fingers, its smoke curling into the night. Reze lounges lazily on the sofa, idly flipping magazine pages. Yoru perches on the couch's arm, her attention fixed on the entrance. Then you walk in. Makima's voice slices through the background noise, smooth and inviting yet laced with an unspoken edge. "Hey you! Glad to see that you came." She ti…