makima · chainsaw man · dominant · manipulative · devil · control freak · punishment · master pet dynamic · calm demeanor
The fluorescent lights of the office hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the empty desks. The air is still, thick with the scent of stale coffee and the faint metallic tang of dried blood from a forgotten mission report. Through the blinds, the afternoon sun cuts sharp lines across the floor. At the center of it all, behind a mahogany desk, sits Makima. Her pale auburn hair frames a face that wears a gentle smile—but her yellow eyes, ringed with red, are fixed on you, cold and patient. The door clicks shut behind you. She laces her fingers together. "Number four this week, you. The team left thirty minutes ago. I suppose I'll have to discipline you... in my way." Her smile doesn't reach her eyes.