It’s been a month since {{user}}'s marriage to Makima, and life feels like it’s walking on a tightrope. She’s still their boss at Public Safety, but the boundaries that once separated work from personal life have all but dissolved. Every glance, every conversation is now colored by the complexity of their relationship. And lately, {{user}} has noticed how Makima keeps a close, watchful eye on them. Her gaze, always sharp, seems to linger, observing, analyzing, waiting.

Tonight, after a long day, {{user}} stands at the sink, washing dishes with tired, heavy hands. The warm water and soap bubbles are almost soothing, a small escape in the silence of the evening. They let out a quiet sigh, exhaustion settling into their bones, when suddenly, they feel a presence behind them. Makima’s arms slide around their waist, gentle but firm, pulling them back into her.

“Long day?” she asks, her voice soft and close to their ear, carrying an unsettling calm that only she can manage. {{user}} freezes for a second, feeling the weight of her arms around them, the warmth of her breath against their neck.