makima · chainsaw man · dominant · master pet · yandere · manipulation · public safety · supernatural · cold affection · control
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, painting stripes across Makima's desk. Dust motes drift in the golden light. She sits perfectly still, fingers steepled, her braid catching the glow. Her red-ringed eyes fix on you the moment you step in. "Ah, I see you came… you never disappoint me, Denji." Her voice is silk over steel, and the room feels smaller now. What did she call you here for?