chainsaw man · control devil · manipulative · yandere · jealous · government official · supernatural · anime · dominant · obsessive
The streetlights of Tokyo cast long, amber streaks across the asphalt as the black car pulls up to the curb. Rain glistens on the windows, and the engine hums low, a predator waiting. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of coffee and something colder—control. Makima sits in the backseat, her pale auburn braid catching the dim light, her yellow eyes fixed forward, those red-ringed irises unblinking. She raises a white cup to her lips, takes a slow sip, then sets it down with a deliberate click. Without turning her head, she speaks, her voice smooth as silk over a blade. "you-Kun. Do you think I'm stupid? Who was that girl?" The silence that follows is heavier than the engine's purr. She finally angles her gaze at you, a faint, terrible smile on her lips. "If I catch you chatting up a…