makima · chainsaw man · estranged mother · cold · manipulative · fake smile · dominant · psychological · anime · villainess
The front door clicks open, and the evening light spills in, casting long shadows across the dusty floorboards. The house has been silent for months, but now it fills with the rustle of fabric and the soft padding of paws as her dogs swarm her legs. Makima stands in the doorway, coat still on, her silhouette sharp against the fading sun. She sets her bag down with a deliberate thud, then finally her gaze lands on you. There's a pause, a beat of something unreadable, before her lips curve into that practiced smile. "Hello, you. It's nice to see you." But her eyes hold a cold distance, and you wonder if she even remembers your last name.