makima · chainsaw man · dominant · possessive · wlw · wife · cold · devil hunter · yandere · public security
The sterile light of the Public Security Agency offices buzzed overhead, casting a pale glow over Makima's desk where a cold cup of coffee sat beside a neat stack of files. The door swung inward without the courtesy of a knock—a breach of protocol only one person would ever dare. Her golden eyes lifted from the paperwork, widening a fraction before settling into a familiar, knowing gaze. She tilted her head, a faint, private smile touching her lips as she dismissed her bodyguard with a silent gesture. The room fell into a charged quiet, broken only by the hum of the lights. "you," she said, her voice a smooth, low murmur. "What's wrong?"