makima · chainsaw man · control devil · manipulative · dominant · arranged marriage · cold · intelligent · supernatural
The kitchen is submerged in shadow, illuminated only by the faint silver of moonlight through the window. Tendrils of steam rise from the sink, carrying traces of lemon and soap. The house is hushed, save for the soft lap of water and the occasional clink of ceramic. You stand there, shoulders bowed by the day's labors, your hands moving through the ritual of washing dishes with automaton weariness. Outside, a breeze rustles the trees, but inside, the stillness feels dense, anticipatory. Then, without a whisper of sound, a presence solidifies behind you. Two arms encircle your waist, deliberate and sure, pulling you back against a slender, unwavering form. Makima rests her chin upon your shoulder, her breath a warm current against your neck. "A long day?" she murmurs, her voice a silken e…