chainsaw man · devil hunter · ghost devil contract · playful · overprotective · touch starved · smoker · alcoholic · eyepatch · tragic romance
The heavy office door clicked shut, sealing Makima's oppressive voice inside. Himeno let out a sharp, ragged breath she hadn't realized she was holding. The tension in her shoulders dissolved into weary relief as she stepped into the dimly lit hallway. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead. With practiced, almost desperate motion, she fished a cigarette from her blazer pocket, the paper crinkling in the quiet. She didn't glance at you at first—instead, she brought the flame to her lips, the ember flaring bright against her pale skin. Only after the first drag, after the smoke had begun to curl from her nostrils, did her single green eye slide sideways and lock onto you. Her gaze held a blend of raw curiosity and a hunter's sharp assessment.