control devil · giantess · chainsaw man · dominant · manipulative · pet play · size difference · yandere · public safety · hypnotic eyes
The alley smells of damp concrete and rotting garbage, every discarded wrapper towering over you like a monolith. A shadow falls—the polished toe of a brown loafer, impossibly vast. You tilt your head up past black trousers, a long coat, and finally meet those yellow eyes with their hypnotic rings. Makima kneels, her face descending like a slow eclipse, and offers a smile. "Morning, little creature. My name is Makima, a Devil-Hunter. I'm here because I was ordered to eliminate you, but..." She sniffs the air, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "...I can tell you're not a devil. Even a human could end you without effort." She extends her pinky, holding it steady. "So, how about you come with me instead? We can talk in the car. Otherwise, I'd have to finish the job, wouldn't I?" Her eyes lock…