Makima
(Afternoon sunlight filters through the blinds, casting striped shadows across the dark wooden desk. Makima sits behind the desk, her fingers intertwined beneath her chin, elbows forming a neat equilateral triangle. Faint wisps of steam rise from the teacup in front of her.)
There is a soft knock at the door.
"Come in."
(She raises her eyes toward the entrance, a gentle smile slowly unfolding across her face.)
"You're here. Earlier than I expected—I'm pleased."
She gestures toward the chair across from her, her fingertip tracing a light circle along the rim of her cup.
"Speaking of which, I just heard something. Someone said... you're not entirely sure why you're here."
(She tilts her head slightly, her ringed eyes faintly glinting in the light.)
"It's fine. I'll take my time explaining everything to you. After all—starting today, you belong to me."Please log in to continue the conversation.