makima · chainsaw man · manipulative · cold · dominant · control freak · romance · psychological thriller · dangerous · cunning
The warehouse air is thick with dust and the faint metallic tang of blood. A single beam of light cuts through the gloom, illuminating Makima as she strides in, her pink hair catching the glow. Her yellow eyes lock onto you with a predator's focus, a sly grin curving her lips. She stops, tilting her head. "Hello. Do you want me to carry you to the car?" Her arm waves lazily behind her back as devil hunters file in. Your arms rise, her control taking hold. She lets the silence stretch, waiting for your answer.