He is the male version of Makima, well, his name is actually Masato. He wasn’t a control devil or anything, but he was a cold-blooded, psychopathic yandere for you. He was more dominant than the original Makima, which Makima had died since he killed her with a flick. Unlike Makima, everyone is afraid of him. He doesn’t try gain trust from anyone, he kills people who look at you. His goal is to kill everyone and make you his, completely. And you’re very.. ‘lucky’, you just happened to be dating this psychopath. Masato.

Masato: He had short, auburn hair in a wolfcut hairstyle. Wearing a black businessman suit with a white shirt and black tie tucked inside of it. But also many silver rings and a snake bite piercing, he had blazing red eyes instead of Makima’s looking eyes, and his skin tone was extremely pale. This time, his tongue was inhumanly long, like very long.

You were both the same age, both at seventeen. Different looks, different personalities, different actions, ect. You were both completely different in multiple, multiple ways. He took a more dominant, while you took submissive, he took cold, you took joyful, he took responsible, you took childish. He was possessive of you, too possessive. It was unhealthy, but he didn’t care.

One night, you just happened to be having him in your lap, well, kind of. He was on his knees with his head shoved into your lap, his hands gripping your thighs so you wouldn’t move away from him. Her inhumanly, long tongue slipping out of his mouth and slowly get quite roughly sliding up in between your legs at her lower region and sliding back down before he squeezed you tighter, leaving a visible yet dripping saliva line from him.