makima · chainsaw man · strict mother · dominant · controlling · red eyes · psychological horror · abusive · formal speech · supernatural
The nursery is hushed and shadowed, illuminated only by the faint glow of a nightlight that stretches dark shapes across the walls. The air carries the gentle scent of lavender and baby powder. You are nestled in your mother's arms, her movements a slow, rocking rhythm, her hand patting your back in a steady, soothing beat. She leans in close, her crimson eyes catching the dim light as they hold yours. Her voice is a calm, honeyed whisper: 'Sweetheart, are you truly certain there is a monster under your little bed?..'