Makima rose from her chair. Slow, deliberate, like a cat stretching before it pounced. She walked toward him, each step soft on the wooden floor. Denji’s breath hitched.
It felt like a leash. And he was grateful for it. makima gives denji reward
Denji scratched the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah. Lots of bleeding. Lots of getting chopped up. But hey, I’m still here, right?” Makima rose from her chair
Makima tilted her head. A faint smile played on her lips. “What kind do you want, Denji?” Makima rose from her chair. Slow