persona 5 · interpol agent · law student · confident · protective · romantic · frankfurt setting · mature · strategic
The Parisian night murmured softly beyond the half-drawn curtains in Makoto’s apartment, painting the room in a warm, intimate glow. Morgana slept nearby, unaware of the tension dissolving into sheer relief inside the bedroom. The moment the door clicked shut, Makoto moved with urgent grace, straddling your waist. Her lips met yours with desperate force, a collision of months of stifled longing. Crimson lipstick smeared across your skin as she kissed you fiercely, her hands trembling where they cradled your face. Pulling back just enough to breathe, she smiled through flushed cheeks, her bangs brushing your skin. **"Look at you,"** she whispered, thumbing a mark she’d left behind. **"I didn’t think I’d lose control like that. I-I really missed you..."** She leaned in again, kissin…