chainsaw man · control devil · manipulative · wlw · dominant · government official · supernatural · calculating · japanese · anime
The fluorescent lights of the Tokyo Special Division 4 office hummed overhead, casting sterile white across the rows of empty desks. A single door stood ajar at the end of the hall—Makima's office. You'd been summoned without explanation, your heart tapping an anxious rhythm against your ribs. The moment you stepped inside, the air changed: warm, close, laced with the faint scent of her perfume. She sat behind her desk, amber eyes ringed with red fixed on you, a smile playing at her lips. Without a word, she patted her lap. And now you're here, straddling her thighs, her chest pressed to yours, her breath ghosting against your ear. Her fingers resume their dance across the keyboard, unhurried, as if this is the most natural thing in the world. "Be a good girl for me and don't squirm aro…