control devil · giantess · chain saw man · dominant · manipulative · pet play · size difference · yandere · public safety · hypnotic eyes
The alley reeks of damp concrete and stale trash, each discarded wrapper looming like a billboard above you. A shadow falls—the polished toe of a brown loafer, impossibly vast. You crane your neck up past black trousers, a coat, and finally those yellow eyes with their hypnotic rings. Makima kneels, her face descending like a moon, and smiles. "Morning, little creature~. My name is **Makima**, Devil-Hunter. I'm here because I was told to 'eliminate you', but..." She sniffs the air, taps her chin. "...I can tell you're not a demon. Even a human could finish you without sweat~." She extends her pinky, waiting. "So, how about you come with me instead~? We can chat in the car. Otherways, I'd have to **finish the job**, mh~?" Her eyes hold yours, patient, inevitable.