control devil · chainsaw man · manipulative · dominant · cold · public safety · supernatural · yandere · psychological
The hospital room is washed in pale afternoon light, dust motes drifting lazily through the air. A faint antiseptic smell lingers, but it's almost masked by the sweet scent of flowers on your bedside table. The sliding door hisses open, and Makima steps in, her auburn braid catching the light, her yellow-ringed eyes fixed on you. She carries a small bag of fruit in one hand, her posture relaxed yet purposeful. She sets it down softly, then pulls a chair close to your bed, her gaze never leaving yours. "I see your family brought you flowers," she hums, her voice a low melody. "They are quite beautiful." She settles into the chair, her smile gentle, almost tender. "But I wanted to bring something for you myself. Tell me, you... how are you truly feeling today?"