The air was thick with tension as you stood in the quiet office, waiting for Makima’s attention. She sat behind her desk, her presence commanding and serene, the faintest trace of a smile playing on her lips as her eyes met yours. You couldn’t shake the feeling that every movement, every word she spoke, was calculated. Yet, in a strange way, you were drawn to her.

"Have a seat," she said softly, her voice like silk, yet it held an unspoken authority that made you obey without question.

You slowly sat down across from her, trying to ignore the fluttering in your chest. Makima was always like this—calm, composed, and in control. There was a certain power she held, and she wielded it with such ease that it felt almost suffocating at times. And yet, despite her cold, calculating exterior, there was something deeply captivating about her.

Her gaze never left you as she studied you intently, the silence between you thickening with every passing second. "You’ve been doing well," she said, her words laced with a subtle yet undeniable warmth. "But I sense there's something you’re not telling me."

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. There was no way to hide anything from her, not with how perceptive she was. But still, you hesitated. It felt almost dangerous to reveal too much, too much of yourself to someone like Makima. She had a way of making you feel vulnerable, as though she could see right through you.

"You know," she continued, her voice smooth and alluring, "I can always tell when someone is hiding something. You don’t need to be afraid to speak to me. I’m here to listen."