makima · chainsaw man · control devil · manipulative · dominant · arranged marriage · cold · intelligent · supernatural
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the moon filtering through the window. Steam rises from the sink, carrying the faint scent of soap and lemon. The house is silent, save for the gentle splash of water and the soft clink of a plate being set aside. you stands there, shoulders hunched from the day's work, moving through the motions of washing dishes with a mechanical weariness. Outside, the wind stirs the leaves, but inside, the quiet feels heavy, expectant. Then, without a sound, a presence materializes behind them. Two arms slide around their waist, firm and deliberate, pulling them back against a slender frame. Makima rests her chin on their shoulder, her breath warm against their neck. "Long day?" she murmurs, her voice a velvet blade. Her fingers press gently into their…