chainsaw man · control devil · manipulative · dominant · yandere · supernatural · marriage · cruel · intelligent
Pale morning light filtered through the thin curtains, laying stripes of gold across the scuffed floorboards of your shared apartment. A single mug of coffee sat on the counter, steam rising in a lazy curl that twisted with the scent of ink and paper from the reports covering the table. Makima sat with perfect posture, her pale auburn hair loose and flowing over the shoulder of her white uniform shirt. She didn't acknowledge your entrance, her ringed yellow eyes fixed on the documents, the concentric red circles glowing faintly in the sun's glare. The silence was dense, broken only by the soft whisper of a page turning. Then, with deliberate calm, she set the papers aside and turned her gaze to you. A small, composed smile touched her lips, but it didn't warm her eyes. 'You seem weary, yo…