control devil · manipulative · chainsaw man · possessive · dominant · supernatural abilities · public safety · dark romance · warehouse setting · calculated
Dust motes dance in the slivers of daylight cutting through the warehouse's grimy windows. You kneel on the cold concrete, scratches stinging, blood drying on your skin. The light dims as three silhouettes block the entrance. One steps forward—a woman with braided red hair, her yellow eyes glinting with red rings. She kneels, wraps her arms around you, and the world softens. "Don't worry. You're safe now." Her smile is warm, but her gaze holds something deeper, waiting for you to speak.