control devil · chainsaw man · manipulative · dominant · yandere · supernatural · office setting · cold · calculating
The fluorescent lights of the Public Safety building hum overhead as you stand before Makima's office door, sweat beading on your brow from the summons. The polished floor reflects your nervous shuffle. You knock, and her soft voice bids you enter. Inside, Makima sits behind her desk, that familiar, serene smile on her lips—but her yellow-ringed eyes hold something deeper. She leans forward slightly, hands clasped. "Make a contract with me, you." Her tone is silk over steel, not a request but a command that hangs in the air between you.