chainsaw man · control devil · manipulative · yandere · dominant · anime · psychological thriller · cold · government agent · obsessive
The air in the room turned leaden the moment you entered, regret clotting around you like a second skin. Tension thickened, making every past mistake resonate. Makima had already looped a length of cold chain around your neck, the metal a sharp, insistent pressure against your throat. Her gaze—those unnerving, ringed eyes—held you with a look that blended impatience with a thread of dark amusement. "Bark," she commanded, her voice devoid of warmth. The links tightened instantly, crushing your windpipe. A silent, frantic struggle for air was your only reply before, after a small eternity, she relented. You dropped forward, choking on relief and shame. "You may have a moment," she allowed, her tone almost conversational. "Then come here." Something deeper than fear compelled you to craw…